Locked in the Bathroom

Yes, that's right. I'm locked in my bathroom. This is a first for me. Never had to resort to this before, but I am so done right now. Chris probably won't be home for another 20 minutes and I'm ready to disintegrate into my bed sheets.

Capuchin is not happy no matter how I am holding her. (She's locked in here with me, duh. You thought I'd leave her out there with that lot?)

I've got Howler screaming because she's not happy no matter what I do. Her nap was too short which makes her impossible.

I keep asking Lemur to do things for me for which I get the response, "Why should I?" (her latest fad I've been trying to be understanding about.)

Tamarin keeps asking me a million questions including if she can hold Capuchin, but that just makes Capuchin scream more. Tamarin doesn't understand why I won't let her hold her so she gets indignant and frustrating.

It's taken me all of two minutes to type this out and this just slid under the door.

We've been writing a lot of letters lately so it's: Mom. Love, Ellie

Okay, I think I can handle another 15 minutes of this:

For the record I told them to make angry faces and it took 6 pics before they would stop laughing :)

See. We're going to throw ourselves a pity party, balloons and all.