This won't be good.

It's not a good sign when you meet your husband to transfer kids and he hands you a screaming infant and two children only to say, "I will pray for you tonight".

Sort of takes the will to live right out of you with six little words.

Thankfully, my purse's contents include an emergency bottle of Ibuprofen...along with a few spare diapers, an ATM card, a spare bottle with formula, a few broken crayons and an unpaid parking ticket. My own little McGuyver bag disguised in a Kate Spade purse.

After a frustrating detour on the way home (darn summer construction) and a quick dinner I decided to encourage them to use their individual personality traits for good instead of evil.

I used Josh's innate desire to please people and asked him to put away the toys/books/shoes in the family room and, in turn, Lauren's obsession with "monkey see, monkey do" created two little, busy housekeepers.

So not only did I wear them out of some energy...but you can now see my family room rug again.