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I hate days like today. I feel so blessed and honored to be able to spend some extra days at home with my children each week rather than having to work five days a week. Yet, some days, those extra days are completely wasted. Today is one of those days. I had a very difficult time getting out of bed because I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Once I finally dragged myself out of bed I played around on the computer for some time rather than spending every precious moment with my children. Then, I finally got them up and ready and we were going to have a fun outing of going to Wal-Mart, the park and then, possibly, to go have lunch with daddy. We were all very excited. I had to make an extra stop at Payless Shoe Source because Kallie was in desperate need of some shoes. We went in and the kids played with the toys while I picked out some shoes. Upon announcing that we were leaving the store, Kyler threw a temper tantrum and did not want to leave. I tried picking him up and dragging poor Kallie out to the car (without her having any shoes on even!) While I was getting Kallie into the car Kyler ran back to the store. I got Kallie completely buckled in and then braced myself to run after Kyler. As I predicted, he bolted. He was running straight for the highway! I can't run that quickly, so I yelled out to him to stop because there were lost of cars. He simply changed his direction and kept on running. I finally caught up with him and dragged him to the car and put him in his car seat. Then, we had to come home and forfeit all the rest of our fun for the day. He went promptly into his bedroom to sit for quite awhile. I just feel like these are days that completely waste our special time together and I feel tons of guilt because I think that it must be all my fault that he acts this way. Maybe I haven't been consistent enough, maybe I shouldn't have spanked him so much, or maybe I should have spanked him more, maybe we need to use time-out more effectively, maybe we just need to spend more time with him, maybe it's the milk.... A thousand possibilities go through my head until I remember the most likely reason - he's three! I guess we will just have to go through these trying times and cherish the ones that are better!