Dude. It's 8:25. Both kids are in bed. We had dinner at 6:00. Put away clean laundry. Eli earned back not one but two listening sticks. And now I'm on the couch, alone, eating a Reese's Whips and watching Glee. And not nursing. 'Tis awesome.
Dinner can definately use some fine-tuning, but I'm hopeful. This might actually work!