Wrong side of the bed!

My poor Audrey woke up hating the world yesterday. Almost each and every event, small or large, set her off. Voices were too loud, Mema couldn't come over from RI for a "date," commercials interrupted her show, she accidentally peed on her favorite outfit of the week, Morgan looked at her, the boy at the park walked on the bridge after her, she couldn't find her shoes, and the list goes on...There were screams and tears at every turn. People assumed their children were being bullies at the park when they were only waiting patiently, silently behind Audrey to go down the slide. The very presence of the child behind her sent her into a fit with hands pushing and demands for the child to move. These days are so very difficult for her. And so difficult for the rest of us. I feel for her and wish more than I can express that I could do more to help ease her discomfort with life on these days. I woke up with hope this morning that her mood had passed and peace would overcome her small body. No such luck. My hope was shattered immediately upon awaking. Frustration and irritation and the very very loud screaming broke the silence of the early morning house. Audrey is awake and having another "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." Poor baby.