So, my window of tolerance was shattered. I blew a gasket. Then I blew another. And another. I think you could call it a tirade. I finally put the girls in their rooms.
A few minutes later, I walked into Cupcake's room to explain that I'm the one who needed the time-out, but since I can't leave them alone together while I lock myself up in my room, this was the only way to make sure everyone was safe.
She was writing on her white board.
I can be nis to my sister.
(I can be nice to my sister.)
I am sry for not o baing you.
(I am sorry for not obeying you.)
I love you. <3
Ples for giv me.
(Please forgive me.)
This is a first. A huge first.
Good using your words, Baby. :-)
Good using your words.
Blessings to you,