Today was a slow day.  I was exhausted from staying up writing a difficult letter to a friend.  Everything seemed to go smoothly, outwardly, but I just sensed something under the surface as we went through our school day. At noon, it erupted in a bickering match while the children were cleaning up the play room.  I had them put away the train tracks several times, individually, and then together, until they were doing it without fighting.  It seemed to calm down after that, and they were very nicely behaved at the doctor's office, which is a great improvement.  They got silly during candy snack, but settled down to help me with making supper.  Natalie cut peppers, celery and herbs with a dinner knife while Christopher peeled and sliced the cucumbers (dinner knife) and collected and cut the herbs into little pieces (with kid scissors).  There was some difficulty setting the table and following instructions, but I followed through with both children.  Near supper time, I began to get a little frustrated and let it show in my voice and demeanor, although I remained pretty calm, I thought.

I would call it a weak win.

Tomorrow is a new day.