Today my hope is creeping back. We went to church, and B. did great--walked from the car into the classroom, tried to color with a marker, didn't cry much, and so on.
Then J. and I took two toy fishing poles and went "fishing" at a local park. It was very relaxing. The only way I can possibly enjoy fishing is to be absolutely certain I won't catch anything. The thought of actually having to do something with a poor, panicky fish is not my idea of recreation. We had magnets on the end of our lines, so I felt pretty confident.
Right now we are experiencing the miracle of three kids asleep at the same time, and I'm going to go watch an episode of "The Office" (American version). My "Office" dvd's are my favorite couch-potato escape these days. I watch everything: the deleted scenes, the commentary, everything. I just love that show.
Thank you to Burgiboogie for letting me know that you can put four-year-olds in strollers! I should be in really good shape by that point, considering that they are already pretty hefty.