I was never on it… although my Dad always told me “You would argue with the Pope.” After today I feel like I’m going to get beaten down by arguing two and four year old children. They would both argue with the Pope, and I suspect that one if not both would win.

It’s been a very tiring day in that way… from the wet sheets, to the 30 minute wardrobe malfunction, to shutting fingers in the door, to yelling at me from the opposite side of the house about something as simple as a matchbox or a cup of juice. And I WANTED THREE, what was I thinking… UGH. I’m glad today is over and tomorrow is another day. Mornings really suck sometimes…