It happens so often that I'll pour out--here or in a hand-written journal--my frustrations and the rest of the day is better than all the previous days!
What did I say earlier? The 12yo doesn't want to work? He tells me at 7:50 this morning that he wants to work. He'd also read a few articles in the newspaper this morning and read stuff I was typing on the computer.
Dd and I got started together this morning and she's much happier.
Funny. But nice. (Thanks go to the Man Upstairs. :D)
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