The puppy just chewed through the computer line in one small nibble. I'm sure that is in the "getting worse" part. But the fact that I am laughing about that instead of dwelling on the misbehaviors of my children is in the "getting better" part. The fact that Bill went a little nuts-o in less than 24 hours with the kids makes me feel greatful that I have any sanity left.
Further getting betters include:
7 jars of pineapple
13 jars of peaches
a clean kitchen floor
a promise of a clean bathroom
a fabulous Girls Night Out
an even better full nights sleep
So I think I have to change the beginning of that slogan to work right:
"WHEN life comes at you hard, it will only get harder, but it will definately get better."