I sprained my ankle a few days ago. The kids were cooperative the first day, now they are being lazy and not listening. Meanwhile I'm cripple and grumpy cuz of it. Well... I'm always grumpy, but that's besides the point. haha... Anyway, I don't even remember what set me off, but I yelled at her and wacked her, making her cry seconds before the school van came by to pick her up. I gave her a hug and said I was sorry, but she was still mad at me. And Jake...He's always mad at me for some reason. Then I told Emily's teacher that Friday will be her last day of school, since she is going away to her Aunt's house and then to FL to her moms (Monday is the regular last day). So I get a reply that Emily says she is going to live with her mom forever and won't be back in the Fall. So that made me feel even better. My kids hate my guts. Lovely... I know they don't really, but still hurts.