In the meantime, it’s a screamy day here. The kids are going through a melodramatic phase. Equal intensity for “he’s trying to play with my book” and “I’ve been shot in the leg.” Or, at least, that’s how it feels. All of the crying wolf makes me a little slow to respond. Which makes me feel bad to realize that Daniel is stuck under the endtable. Whoops. Stellar mommy day, clearly.