This has been one of those all time, hallmark bad days. Everything that could go wrong has, including almost 14 hours of constant bickering between the kids. They always seem to pick the days when Dad is out of town to pull out the fangs and go for each other's jugular.
Tonight I am thankful for two simple things. First, that Heavenly Father gave me the strength to get through this day without turning into a screaming, terrifying banshee of a mother, and second that this day is finally over.
Please, please, please let tomorrow be a better day. Otherwise I might grow a set of fangs myself.