Argh. I hate days like this. The kids are mostly great, the house is mostly organized, life is mostly lovely, and I want to throw things around and yell a lot. It all makes so much sense.
No wonder some men (never David, of course) complain that women are a tad hard to understand. I don't even get it myself. Thank goodness for good friends who can say, "Make grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner and don't expect your kids to get everything done. That way you won't yell as much." Brilliant, I say. Sheer brilliance.
So I'm off to make tomato soup and grilled cheese. And not yell so much. Wish us all luck.