Day 132

I try to be patient, I really do.  The end of the days are very trying.  Like when we are saying family prayer and little C just wants to tackle everyone, but I'm not expecting it and she clocks me.  Or looking down at C's uniform and its covered in orange goo and he can't seem to remember what it was and then after thinking about it for a while he says its orange juice he had last Friday.  WHA?!?  And all I seriously want to do is eat some English muffins and watch Gossip Girl which I know I shouldn't.  Would you believe I just like it because of the fashion?  But I try to not watch it because its trashy, but I still want an English muffin slathered in peanut butter because its how I get through the orange goo and bruise on my face...