With this many humans living under one roof, we certainly have our fair share of fussing, fighting and head-bumping (both literal and figurative). But tonight? It was unlike any other. Big boys had wounded each others hearts, little boys had wounded each others bodies, and the littlest boy had been patient for as long as his hungry tummy could stand. And now, come to think of it, I don't even remember what was troubling the girl, but I'm sure it was heart-wrenching. It was one of those nights that was even beyond getting frustrated over. I was just so glad that it happened when my tag-team partner was home and I had someone to exchange hidden smiles and laughter with. And since I was putting the littlest boy to bed while baths were supposed to be happening, the video he took of Jack's bath time tantrum gave me the chance to see what I had only been able to witness with my ears while it was going on. I would have really hated to miss all that.

Once the dust settled and we finally headed downstairs to tackle the wreckage, we found the charred remnants of what should have been part of our dinner. It had been forgotten in the crazy attempt to throw food at people in between fits and seemed to serve as a fitting description of our evening. I'm thankful to have a husband who helps me laugh at the chaos and who doesn't get worked up over things like dinner.

Some days are just plain rough and some dinners are cereal joy...

(and if you don't think it looks all that bad, you should have smelled our house. brutal!)