Tuesday night was a bad night. Between the kids and Chuck getting up early, I was up 5-6 times. So, I was prepared for a hard day. However, I was surprisingly wrong. Chuck left early to go for a group ride, so I took the kids to Wildflower for breakfast. We walked there and they shared pancakes with no fighting or fit throwing. We stopped by Trader Joes's on the way home and again there was not one fit or fight. It was actually a very pleasant time. When we got home, C laid down on the couch and H proceeds to pull him off, which led to tears (I swear these kids cry when someone so much as looks at them wrong). She said she was sorry without being prompted and then I told her she needed to go to time out. And she says, "but I said I was sorry". C got off to school then H, baby C and I went to the Y so I could teach a class. Of course, we were running late and on the way in H falls and, you guessed it, starts to cry. And cry and cry. Now I am really late and I can't get her calmed down, so I take her to class. She sat in a chair for half the class until we took a break and she was ready to go to the child care. We got C from school, and when he got home, he laid on the couch and H again, tried to pull him off. I told her not to and she said, "but I'll say I'm sorry." Kids! Noah came over and the kids played great and left me alone all afternoon. Then Charity came over and played with them. We had dinner, the kids got ready for bed and I went to teach another class. C and H went to bed great, however, baby C doesn't like to go to bed when I'm not home. But that was Chuck's problem. So, overall, we had a good day. I feel like I need to blog about the good days because I'm always blogging about the hard ones.