All Things Are Possible

It was one of those evenings where I looked at my band of alternately crying and hyperactive children and thought to myself:

1. I have to feed all these children
2. I have to get all these children in their pajamas
3. I have to motivate all these children to clean up their messes
4. I have to read books to all these children
5. I have to somehow get all these children to brush their teeth and get in bed
6. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

But now, you see, it's past nine o'clock, and here I sit in front of the computer with a steaming cup of tea. All those children are asleep. The house is quiet. The living room is (slightly) picked up. The Dashingly Handsome Sidekick is home from football practice.

All things are possible.

Number of words written today=zero (but I'm about to remedy that right after this blog post)

How was your day?