Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Better Day

Today was better.

There was less whining. More patience. Less fighting. More forgiveness. On all accounts.

There was also some very unfortunate confusion when Tucker thought the cigarette ash tray outside the grocery store was a personal sandbox for him.

And there was a situation with flip flops and dog poop and my bathroom sink.

In spirit, it was a better day. In the germ department, I'm not so sure.

But I'm not crying or confessing, so that's something. :)

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