I dont know why I always set myself up for anxiety.  I thought since there was no school tomorrow Audrey could come downtown with me and spend the night in the apartment.  I always have a vision of a fun evening, laughing, coloring, movie, and popcorn...but it doesn't happen that way.  The second we get here today, Audrey says "mommy, Im bored". That was the start, then "I don't want to go for a walk, my feet will hurt", and "watch me do a cartwheel, watch watch watch watch watch watch...". That was the first 20 minutes. Then starts the jumping and dancing and singing in our tiny living room where Ava is laying on the floor.  I was having heart palpitations watching Audrey jump around her.  Then the "Im hungry when are we eating?" and "owww! Ava just scratched me! Bad Ava!" Seriously, am I not meant to live in an apartment with my own children? Don't people everywhere live in apartments with children? Why am I any different?  Where was our sweet, loving "girls night"?
The one wonderful, amazing, fantastic part of the day was when we first came in and I sat Ava in her feeding chair, I started with my food offerings. I had Audrey sit next to her and pretend she was eating the bite first and Ava was opening her mouth real big for her bites!! She ate!! Unbelievable, no food in a month and thanks to Audrey...she showed interest. She ended up eating a whole 3.5 oz packet of food!!

So, the evening ended fine. I finally got Ava hooked up, medicated and then off to sleep. Audrey and I had some dinner, did some coloring and watched Hello Kitty, then she asked to go to bed too. Now both my girls are asleep (I keep peeking in and they are so cute!), and Im about to read my book and relax.