Today has been one of those days. There have been several minor crises involving two little boys, hair, scissors, toilet water, and paint. And it's only 1 p.m.
I'd like to share some pearls of wisdom, to conclude with some inspirational anecdote, but I got nothing. I haven't been taking my own advice today. Maybe tomorrow. The question of the moment is to cry or not to cry.
EDIT: Okay, just as I was hitting publish I looked over to see Jathan seated at the table working on his handwriting. He had put his pencil in between his toes and was holding it up singing, "SUPER TOE!" Thank You, God, for comic relief. = P