Where has all the magic gone?

Christmas was fabulous and today I am suffering the post-Christmas let-down. I've spent the day finishing putting away all the gads and scores of Christmas gifts that Santa and the family gave us. Yesterday I asked Tyler to only work half day so we could take the kids out to lunch and to a movie. We ended up scrapping the movie after the kids had breakdowns at Jason's Deli. (Well, I took Brevin because he held it together.) Today it only got better, er worse, depending on how you look at it. I was busy all morning putting the stuff away when Stacy called and said we were gonna do lunch at Erin's. I'm thinking, "Great; a playdate with the cousins; lunch; how can this go wrong?" Uh, that would happen when I had the audacity to have Caylee get dressed. Since I was doing laundry the ONE shirt that she wanted to wear was unavailable and she started whining and crying and moaning and throwing herself on the floor. I was trying to keep it all together and finally asked her if she was really so unhappy if she wanted a new family. Her answer? "I just want a new mom; a nice mom." Nice. EXCUSE ME for finding you a shirt that you could wear AND for washing the dirty one you want to wear AND for being patient with your five minute baby tantrum AND for still being willing to take you to play with your cousins. Well, the final straw that broke the camel's back was the slide-off-the-couch-onto-the-floor-and-thrash-about-like-you're-a-toddler tantrum. I pretty much lost it, Christmas magic GONE. I flew off the couch, spanked her fanny twice and pulled her to her feet. I looked her square in the face and told her it was COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE and marched her to the front door. I opened it and sent her outside. I told her if she was THAT unhappy in our family maybe she should go look for another family. Pretty much NOT my proudest mom moment, and luckily she didn't go anywhere. Kenzie got a little nervous and went outside to comfort Caylee and they both came in after a bit. I didn't know what else to do, but I was fairly certain my head was going to pop off my shoulders if I had to listen to one more minute of "Waaaa." Once she came back in we had a talk where I reminded her HOW much I loved her, how I wanted her in our family, and how I need her to use her really good mind to make better choices about her behavior. This is what she said through her tears, "I just really wish we had a bigger house so I could have more toys." WHAT?!?!?!? We have issues.