I’ve had a great day with the kids. Gleek and Patches especially were wonderful in the morning and early afternoon. See, I had to tend the homestead while Sandra ran nancyfulda and her two young’uns to the airport for their return to Germany, and then pick up a friend who was flying in from someplace else.
So… I came into my office to write about it, and before I’d even opened up Semagic there was screaming. Gleek got frustrated at something, and decided to kick Patches in the head. I don’t tolerate that kind of behavior, so Gleek got hauled up into her room while she screamed at me (no, she never bothered to apologize to her brother — she made excuses along the lines of “I didn’t want him to do that”).
I think one of the most important things we can remember in these short, tumultous little mortal soujourns is that no matter how bad a given experience may be, it does not undo the happy times. Or at least I think I need to keep telling myself that.