I am pissed b/c it is the end of the day and nothing got accomplished except cutting the skirts.  Most things on the list require cooperation or to be able to be in the girls room.  Can't do that if M is in there throwing a fit.  With my fever, by the time I get dinner cooked, I won't have the energy to do anything else.  There's no telling when we will have a day that so much could have gotten accomplished again.  That's why I am so mad.  Right or wrong, I just let M know and asked her to return to her room so that I can have some space to calm down while I cook.