Last night was rough. R.O.U.G.H. I don't know if it was first day after spring break or the pouring rain or voodoo, but my sweet children lost their ever loving minds. We had a serious heart to heart about a half an hour before bed, and they truly did turn it around, which is why they are still around this morning.
As I was tucking Evan into bed, he was rubbing my back while hugging me and being especially sweet:
"I'm sorry I was a punk, Mama."
"It's okay, buddy, I forgive you and tomorrow will be a better day, right?"
"Yep. And I forgive you for being so angry at me, too. You'll do better tomorrow, too."
What can you do but laugh?