Our little Mary has had a lot of anger the last few days. On Saturday evening I mentioned to John that we had gone the whole day without being bitten or clawed. I thought she must have perceived my optimistic thinking, because her anger returned with a vengeance. Come to find out, a lot of the kids were getting hurt on Saturday, too... thus, apparently sparing me and dad for a day. Yesterday was not too good, today was terrible. I got a head butt to the temple today that brought tears to my eyes and nearly knocked me to my knees. Then I found out Peter and Kat have also been the victims of head butts. Peter has fingernail divots in his hand that actually bled. Two of the kids got bit, several more have bleeding scratches on their arms. John was kicked in the face, pinched with fingernails, slapped, scratched and called names while I was gone this evening (Pete and Kat treated me to an escape... we went to see Narnia). I will be able to show the therapist tomorrow the kinds of owies we have been getting... I have only to roll up my sleeve to reveal the scabbing gouges on my arm. Do I look tired in this picture? I am exhausted.
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