I did not scream, rip my hair out, dip my face in a vat of Nutella, or in any way lose control of my sanity today when the following events occurred:
1. The children poured two full bottles of drinking water on our floor in the front room while I was making macaroni and cheese.
2. My sweet nephew thwubbed Miss Grace in the car door. You know, when you go to shut the door and instead of a click there is a thwub because someone or thing is in the way?
I could list a few more, but I'd just like this post to focus on the positive elements—that my sanity and marbles are still here with me at the end of this day. I feel this is evidence that there are truly miracles in our time.