Ellie wanted to play with the Barbie Dream House. I was all for it because it meant she would get lost in her own little world, singing and playing and being generally cute while I had the opportunity to get a sweet chunk of work done.
I went over to help her pull the mammoth thing out and set it up in a place that made sense (as opposed to the corner she was trying to drag it to where she would have to sit squished against the couch and the side of the house to get any playing done). I opened it up and was immediately furious. The middle piece was there, but the pieces on the side that folded down to complete the (very essential) top level of the house were gone. Gone. Disappeared. Nowhere to be found.
I immediately grabbed my phone and angrily poked at it. I used more force than usual in creating my text, hoping my husband would feel the anger (and obviously not reading it to check for autocorrect-induced typos [suing = playing]):