One of those days

Today was just one of those days when you wonder why you even bothered to get out of bed in the morning. Master J was an absolute nut job most of the day. Loud. Chaotic. Frantic. Non-listening. Seeking sensory feedback like there's no tomorrow. Just, not a good day behavior wise. Mister C was overly sensitive this morning to a simple question on my part. The question really required no more than a "yes" or "no" answer, but it got turned into a defensive argument over who was the most offensive in their words. Both dogs spent the day trying to either eat the new kitten's food or clean his litter box. The kitten spent his day alternating between being the sweetest little doll ever born, to being the offspring of Satan. I have the scratches that correspond with the dark side. The Idiot threw up blood and tried to bite me repeatedly. I dread what that means, but am fairly sure it will not end well. So now that Master J is in bed, Mister C is in his office and all the creatures are laying around, I'm going to get a Dreyer's fruit bar in lemon and hope that the stress of my day melts along with it. Tomorrow is a new day. Thank goodness.