It's been a tricky week. The boys are performing at the very top of their game. Truly, their naughtiness is astounding. Near perfection. I might venture to say, they have made it their art. And seeing as I am not a bystander, simply viewing their scene, but rather, a leading lady in this play, I have been called to step up my skills. I, sadly, am not doing so hot.
I recently read The Quotidian Mysteries by Kathleen Norris. It was inspiring, most definitely. But this week, as I scrubbed coffee, feces, and lentil stew out of my carpets, I remembered that Ms. Norris did not have children, and felt quite justified in my failure to see anything mysterious while I scrubbed.
I'm going to go hang out with Daniel now and drink some wine. Tomorrow will be better. I hope.