A few weeks ago, I didn't beat my children, and it ranked as the major accomplishment of my day. We were having one of those days (and if that doesn't mean anything to you, just stop reading now). Energy levels were at polar ends of the spectrum -- I was exhausted and achy in a five-months-pregnant-with-varicose-veins sort of way, and the kids were bouncing off the walls and any other surface that happened to present itself...The noise level, the feist level, the mess level, and my irritation level were all rising at roughly the same rate...
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