Gak, what a day. Too little lunch, too many kids, too much driving, too many brownies to bake for Baker Day, too many five-year-old tantrums about unlaundered sleepshirts.

If I hear "I want" once more this week things will get ugly.

Thank God for Daniel who does not want stuff yet.

Is there something particular about this generation that makes them want and expect so much? I suppose we must be responsible for it in some way.

Despite a fleeting moment of envy for the childless, this article gives me the creeps. Ah well, at least in evolutionary terms their genes, by definition, have little chance of success.