sometimes it's a struggle...

...to be grateful at the end of the day for anything but that your kids are finally asleep. It was the only way to stop the fighting, tempers, and constant bidding for attention. I am grateful that Velvet is alive and hasn't died from the almost 2 pounds of peanut butter she ate tonight. I am grateful it wasn't chocolate. I am grateful that I am not a boy scout or a scout leader out camping in 15 degree weather tonight like David is.