Tired, headachey. Tried to bring the 6 year old to see her My Little Pony movie. It stormed and the power went out. Got soaked, and then got stuck in traffic. Ended up having hotdogs and hot chocolate. Came home to H feeling sorry for himself, mainly because of the fight that he tried to pick last night that I was having no part of (talk to me when you get over yourself and stop asking me for money, you make more than I do and it's not my fault you can't manage it properly). He wanted to 'make up' (excuse me while I lol). Now the 6 year old wants me to play. Argh! Telling her not now doesn't make me my mother, right?