Little Miss Trouble

I stayed up too last night late reading a book that went from light and fluffy to tragedy and made me cry and left me unable to sleep.
We headed off to Blenheim at lunchtime and had a few hours playing in the butterfly house, the bouncy castle, the maze, the sandpit and the adventure playground. With a few cups of tea, a picnic and some ice cream thrown in.
It must be the holidays as I seem to Blipping very little other then the Little Misses.
And it must be the holidays because Miss E has me in despair with her terrible behaviour and attitude.
I know it'll pass, it always does. But it's so hard.
I want her to happy and six and carefree.
Not manic and anxious and mean and babyish.
Sigh.