Please notice that I said, "try".
It was crazy-making, to say the least.
Can you get a sheep dog for children? I have seriously wondered about this.
Someone who may or may not have been me may or may not have gotten a little Mommy Dearest with them. I threatened, I bribed, I threatened to retract my bribe. I reinstated my bribe.
"Act happy, kids, or we'll move in the middle of the night and Santa won't know where to find us!"
I figured I'd gone too far when Nate told me at one point, "I'm not gonna be your friend, Mom!" That was a high point.
And then it started raining. Here's what Grace thought about that: "Fiery darts are falling from the sky. Why does everyone hate me?"
So we went to the bakery.