Camas. Okay, so the smooth sailing was really just beginners luck. The girls are back to their morning cranky selves--fighting, melt downs over "nothing to wear" and bad hair days. I got exactly no work done yesterday, but Don did put up shelves in my "office." At least now I can see the top of my desk! Some days I think I must be insane to think this life of ours is realistic. Yesterday was one of those. I need to focus on work more, but like many things--it isn't the easiest thing to focus on. I'd much rather surf the Girl Scouts webpage or figure out what to make for dinner. So the question is, is that because I don't find the work challenging or interesting? Or is it something else.