my week of single-parenthood has (so far) gone better than i'd anticipated. the kids have been pretty good, and they were downright angelic this afternoon at the grocery store and when i locked us out of the house for the better part of an hour(!)
really, it's just the dog that's been driving me crazy. but apparently, just me: dylan seems to enjoy sydney's misbehavior.
an excerpt from tonight's bedtime routine:
ME: what do you want to thank God for?
DYLAN: sydney!
ME: thank you God, for sydney. anything else you want to thank God for, d?
DYLAN: sydney eat poop!
um, i know we're to "give thanks in all circumstances," but i'm drawing the line somewhere. sorry, Jesus.
