I am so tired today. I slept well last night and all, but dealing with Sissy around dinner time has become a complete nightmare. I think she's having a hard time with her teeth, but who can know? She can't tell me.
So, she screams. Constantly. For No. Apparent. Reason. I made spaghetti for dinner, which she has had and liked in the past. She refused to even take one bite. I tried giving her bread - again, she refused (and like her mother, she's a starch fiend, so I definitely don't get the refusal of bread). Finally, I gave her one of those Zwieback toast stick thingies. She kind of half-heartedly gnawed on it for a while and got through half of it, then flung it across her tray and started in on the shrieking again.
Can you imagine how difficult it is to enjoy a meal while listening to THAT? It's not pretty, I can tell you that much. I even made my special homemade meatballs and couldn't even enjoy those. And what's not to love about a meatball? Shesh. Well, Buddy says he doesn't like my meatballs because "they have too much meat in them." LOL. Ooookaayy.
Anyway, the screaming just wore me out. I'm too old for this stuff. It's time for my glass of wine and zone out time. My brain feels like jello.