Two steps forward, one step back. Got enough to pay all my bills, get groceries and gas, pay for the kids' 5K tomorrow morning and some fundraiser for cross country tomorrow night -- thinking, "Heck yeah! I can maybe exhale here for a second" and CRASH! screeeeeam, "Go get mama! -- MAMA!" so I dash upstairs to see the lighting fixture from my kids' ceiling fan has a massive hole in it, and there is glass all over their floor. Gideon threw a matchbox car at it. Geeeeenius! When I asked him why, he said he didn't know. sigh. So I'm furious, mildly defeated at the thought of what it will cost to repair, and pretty impressed at my boy's arm -- that was a pretty small car, quite a distance, and some thick glass. Of course, I still punished him, but hmmm, good arm. There is at least that one bright spot -- well that and the extra bright spot where the bare bulbs are showing through the hole.