The kids came home yesterday. The only time we saw each other this past week was during the brief hospital visits, so we missed each other like crazy.
About an hour after the kids got home, a friend brought over the gingerbread house things they had at a party this weekend. We missed out on it because the kids were with their dad and I was sleeping. Things went well at first. Look how nice Max's house is!
Corina got hers put together, but then it fell apart. She got it put together again, but then....it fell apart again. And so did she.
I know it seems mean to take pictures of her while she's crying, but I was already standing right there with the camera taking pictures of Max, and, well...I like to document the sad moments sometimes too. So sue me.
Poor little girl. She had such a hard week. It was rough for her being away from me for so long and she was quite sad about it. She was very brave and well-behaved while I was in the hospital though. I think the gingerbread house issue just brought out all her stress from the week. She cried harder than I've seen her cry in a long time and she just couldn't stop. She slept with me last night and woke up much happier.