Home Alone with the Kidlets today

Emotionally we had a good day. No tantrums, no big spats between sibs.

My back was throbbing by the time Paul came home -- there is no way to get through the day without picking up your 22 month old-- but I took my first motrin when he came through the door, so I think we did well.

Each day is better, and that's all I can expect. I'll take it!