Today can bite me; thank God it is nearly over. Well, technically it ended nearly an hour ago, but it isn’t over over, because I’m stretching it past the witching hour tonight.
What, you may ask, is my big frickin’ problem? Well, we have a 3/5 rule regarding our kids. At any given time, three of the five, regardless of age, will implode, and two will impersonate angels. On rare occasions we’ll luck out and enjoy a short 2/5 period. Less rare but still infrequently, we suffer through a 4/5. We’ve never had to endure a 5/5.