>Gratitude Monday: Bruised, but not Broken

>I barely triumphed this morning, over an ambush orchestrated by a 6 and a 2 year old.

Their goal? Not leaving the house.

They were ruthless in their endeavor. There was milk spitting, excessive screaming, hair-dryer hiding and the ‘ole “I can’t find my shoe!” trick…

at one point the conniving little gremlins tried to distract me by attacking one another.

I’m exhausted, but triumphant. We made it to school on time.