At Dinner without Crayons, Jill writes about breakfast dessert and other assorted adventures with the Gruesome Threesome. A brief excerpt:
The children, smelling my vulnerability like a dog smells fear, will then gleefully band together to try to break me. I think they must theorize that if they put me into a mental hospital, and their daddy is still off “working,” they will have free reign over the house and can skip school and watch Cartoon Network and rated R movies all day.