Therefore my goal for this week is to make it to Friday without killing anyone, and maybe even read some books aloud and keep up with the laundry. I think that's a noble goal.
I made it to Mass with the girls, and found out the nine-thirty Mass has been transmuted into the Electric Guitar Mass, (cue Annie Dillard: "Who gave these nice Catholics guitars? I became Catholic specifically and solely to avoid Protestant guitars...") and in the afternoon Nat had a fantastic playdate with Madeline from across the street, where she and Nat played for three straight hours. I think the only real friction was caused by Thomas (Mr. Physical Affection Man) who wanted to hug/strangle/punch Maddie (who is an only, and not used to being attacked all the time). It was great.
Time to shower and stop Thomas from being tormented by his sisters.
I feel great? Why do I feel great? The girls had an incredibly bad night and so did the boys. Maybe I'm running on adrenaline.
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