It was just one of those days. Three trips to the grocery store. Four poopy cloth diapers. One hour of shuttling kids. More than a couple outbursts (me and them) which all culminated in me crying about the broken fridge shelf and the groceries on the floor and the stupid small dishwasher and the exhausting solo parenting. Thank God for good friends and wine under the stars, commiserating about how this job is so unbelievably hard and unlrelenting. And yet…we wouldn’t miss it for the world.