Lots of snacks, lots of movies on the portable dvd player, McDonalds for lunch, and Daddy sitting on the floor in front of the kids to help entertain while at the same time having to hit the deck a couple of times to avoid being seen by police. That was life in the car. There were also a couple of fights, a little bit of cying a screaming, and a little bit of complaining. But it was not much, and what there was was expected from three tired kids. Tonight I bathed the kids and put them to bed. For the first time in a long time, I made up a bedtime story featuring my oldest kids as superheroes saving their father. Perhaps the biggest lesson learned is that I am more likely to get frustrated with the kids when I am frustrated with myself. I made a wrong turn, witnessed my youngest daughter fall off of playground equipment, and got into an argument with my wife. There was probably something else in their too. Either way, I caught myself getting frustrated with the kids for something I did. We had such an overall good day that I couldn't let them go to bed on a bad note. So, I apologized to them and was sure to recognize how good they were today. They were really amazing.
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