It’s shaping up to be a good day. (In our house, we consider the night a success if no one is up before 6 a.m. Sometimes I can’t believe our standards have sunk so low.) Everyone got enough sleep, we are finally making significant progress with Justin’s potty training and I just found out that the suspicious mole I had removed a couple weeks ago shows no sign of cancer. To top it all off, the kids are off to Grandma’s this morning, leaving me the whole morning to putz around the yard and watch the Wimbledon women’s final. Life is good.