Emma freaked out at bath time both nights. The second night we had to abort the whole idea because M was afraid she'd hurt herself. She was screaming and flailing. We thought it might be because the shower doors were the sliding kind and she felt boxed in. I was so looking forward to getting her home for bath last night so she'd finally be clean. She started to freak out again. That's when we realized that when she's beyond tired, forget the bath. We gave her a bath this morning.
Emma lasted all of four minutes at the Thanksgiving table. She did a freakout spell there too and I picked her up and carried her into the living room and dumped her on the floor with all the cars. Then I enjoyed a lovely Thanksgiving dinner.