If I thought the first day back from vacation was hard, nothing could have prepared me for yesterday. It was payback time around here! The kids apparently were not thrilled that I took four days for myself, relaxing and enjoying all the things they would also enjoy; the sun, the beach, the pool- so now they are letting me know. Let's just say the girls woke over an hour earlier than usual in the morning and things only nosedived from there. None of them would nap, a certain almost-two-year old hit me in the face, a three year old who has been potty trained for almost a year, pooped in her pants and a certain eight year old threw the biggest fit I have witnessed yet. It was something straight out of a Super Nanny preview. It ended with me, packing up a trash bag of that eight year old's favorite things (everything from his handheld gaming devices to his Pillow-Pet) to put away for long time and him being sent to his room without dinner (before DSS is called he had had a rather large snack before the temper erupted). Not exactly the homecoming I was hoping for. Luckily, the ten year old remained pleasant and helpful throughout this ordeal or I might really have grabbed my still packed suitcase and headed back to the airport hoping to catch the first flight to anywhere. Today things are better; I got an apology card and a big hug from my little man who is now oozing with sweetness, the girls actually asked to go in for their naps, and the almost-two-year-old gave me an unprovoked, "I wuv voo."