Cries versus Politics

Today was one of those interesting days in parent land. On the one hand, there was the younger bunch, who all seemed to spend a lot of time complaining this afternoon (not really their fault; life is tough with Zombie Mom; things got better after the pizza man came). On the other hand, there was the oldest, whose exploits drew the attention of more than one neighborhood mom and strained the bonds of an emerging friendship to the breaking point. The younger kids all go to sleep pretty well at night, and I know they'll all be fine in the morning. The eldest, however, is a bit more difficult at bed time, and will most likely be dealing with repercussions from today for quite awhile now. The take home lesson from today is that I will gladly deal with the crying babies; their problems are much simpler to fix than those of our emerging socialite/politician.