Day Three: The Poop Hits the Fan

As for "emerging victorious Sunday morning," we haven't quite given up.  We're just redefining "victorious."  Parents have won many battles, but the war is far from over.  Kids pulled ahead around 1:00pm this afternoon with a 1-2-3 poop bomb, rendering Parents speechless and exhausted but still standing (barely).

Since I can't drink, I've been self-medicating with a pan of brownies and leftover Christmas candy.