The day started out with a cry coming from the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen there is a boy laying half out of the baby's bouncy chair trying to gain balance to hurry back up to the desk he pulled over to the counter to retrieve a box of day old donuts. I notice that box of donuts has been has been snacked on already. Maybe a donut and a half gone.
Later in the day...
Coffee grounds fished out of the trash can and thrown on the kitchen floor and front of two cabinets and the dishwasher.
Carrots from lunch thrown on the floor.
Dinner noodles thrown on the floor and all around the dining room.
Screaming in time-out trying desperately to get an about to lose it Mom to react to something knowingly not allowed indoors while baby sister is sleeping.
Unable to open the door into the chicken's yard so thoughtfully he opens the door to the coop and slides on his belly down their stairs to gain access to their yard. Shook a piece of plastic in front of them. They pecked his fingers.
We shook hands and called it a truce at bedtime. Repeat after me, TOMORROW will be a better day, tomorrow WILL be a better day.
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