At what age can I safely take my very active boys to a store and not have that semi-sinking feeling in my gut? Will I ever be able to run a quick errand with them or will they always, always end up in some sort of time-out by the end of t? Will they ever let me pay in peace? Is there a time when I can walk through a parking lot and not have extreme anxiety that one of my flibbertigibbet boys will get maimed or smooshed?
Is it me or is it quite normal to say these questions aloud when there is no one around to listen?
Was today a good day?
Will tomorrow be better?
Will I make it through?
This is the million dollar question.