Cross my fingers, but we have actually had 2 good days in a row. Big Boy has been so helpful, and delighfully chatty. The crap tide finally went out to sea... but I am scared now, because I know that the tide will be back in soon, and that we are creeping toward yet another three days filled with pain-in-the-ass behaviour, accented with talking back, and being mean to little brother. Doesn;t it always seem to go that way? One or two really good days, then three bad ones ...
By the noise upstairs right now, it seems as though the crap-tide is coming back in.
excuse me while I go get my leaky canoe to go see what is going on....
