To balance out my frustration of yesterday here's how my Sunday is going so far.
It's a beautiful, cold day in the woods. My wife keeps feeding me fresh hush puppies and the kids are cleaning without even being told to. The 9yo even put on a mask to "not smell stuff" while cleaning and wandered off talking about how awesome masks are.
Not sure what I did to deserve such a nice Sunday, but I'll take it.
If only everyone had the maturity and ability to deal with change of a 9yo.