Thank goodness each day starts anew, a fresh start from the day before.

Yesterday as I lay in bed waiting to grace the world I hear a crash from the kitchen. I assumed Demi managed to break a cereal bowl. Not so. It was Kevin's grandmother pedestal cake plate with the dome lid. It was on top of the refrigerator layered with fresh pumpkin bread that Demi desired for her morning fuel.

I spent the day with dust buster in hand capturing shards and slivers of glass.

Then come evening Demi managed to ignore me again and again and again when instructed to help Maddi empty the dish washer. When she finally walked into the kitchen she managed to fall on the dishwasher door breaking it.

Now I hope Kevin in all his fix it talent and tools will be able to resurrect my [new] dish washer. In the mean time he is mad beyond words!

It just hasn't been Demi's week (which turns into hasn't been my week)... And it is only Wednesday morning.

Tell me things will get better from here on out? Please! Or Demi will just have to stay in bed this morning.