Success is a Relative Term

But for our purposes, we were indubitably triumphant yesterday. Not a single potty accident. Everyone ate most of their food. Everyone napped for almost two hours. No one came home with scratches or bruises. Everyone had all their fingers and toes intact. And no one cried when I picked them up.

Although drop-offs are still, in my mind, easily the last of Dante's nine concentric circles of hell, tomorrow is still another day.


Happy Birthday, Aunt Kathy!