It's okay that my right bicep has been killing me for two days because I played tennis on the Wii. Good exercise!
It's okay that Will pooped all over the bathroom last night (floor, all over the toilet seat, on the side of his potty, and on the rug), at least it wasn't on my carpet...again.
It's okay that Will is obsessed with sugar, it's a great incentive to get him to eat vegetables...and poop IN the potty.
It's okay I hate our dog, when Armageddon comes I'll have something to eat!
It's okay Ruth loves to blare music and dance around, she's not going to be a party girl, she's going to be an Olympic gymnast, right?
