When I went to the store today I picked up a bottle of green nail polish—I figured it'd be a fun surprise for them and some bonding time for us. But by the time we finished homework, dinner, showers and hair, it was their bedtime, and apparently past mine, because I was a grouch. I kept telling them (and not in a nice way) to "Quit wiggling," "Stop being silly" and "Don't touch anything, because I don't want to have to redo this!" Then, instead of doing something to make them smile naturally for the obligatory photo, I growled, complained and sulked: "Fine, I guess if you don't like the polish enough to look at me and smile, I won't buy any more." Poor girls. Somehow they managed to be happy about the polish in spite of their impatient, tired mom. Maybe the thought counts for something.