Pre-church

I decided to give the naughtiest kids three chances before punishment this morning simply because punishing them all the time isn’t working anyway.

Jimmy already has his three strikes, Tony and Dominyk each have one and we haven’t even been up a half hour.

Sometimes I wonder how other family’s mornings go before church on Sunday. We show up and appear fairly normal, but only after hell has broken lose for a long time at home.

Bart’s back continues to hurt -- it’s been a week now -- and I can tell he is just miserable. I wish there was something I could do.