Cybil

I swear, sometimes I think we are living in this house with a four year old Cybil. Sam woke up in an okay mode and went down hill from there. There was lots of crying, screaming, whining, fighting, yelling, etc. By 2:30 PM I could not take it anymore and made the entire household sit on their beds for an hour. She was not happy about that at all. She fell asleep and woke up an hour later. She was laughing, cracking jokes, smiling, hugging, kissing, and giggling. By tonight, she was back to her evil twin again. As I tucked her into bed, I kissed her and told her I loved her. Her reply was, “I don’t love you very much.” Calgon, take me away!!!!!!!!