After a post like my last one, challenges were popping up for me left, right and center. Each of my children tested me this morning. Al decided he wanted to attempt to start an argument when what he needed to do was apologize for what he did wrong, do what I told him to do in the first place and go on with his life. Max decided that he wanted to take his shoes and socks off when the bus pulled off. Then he thought he was going to go on the bus with half his clothes in the house. Little A decided that not being happy with life was cause to be allowed to stay home (or maybe she figured she’d take advantage of what she perceived as an opportunity created by the foolishness of her brothers). Either way, she was wrong. Maybe everybody will be in a better mood once they get home from school. I hope so.