That being said, they still have their off days. And seriously you guys, sometimes it's bad.
Sometimes we take them out to eat with out of town family we haven't seen in a while, and one of them
Sometimes one of the kids will get up from the table, walk over to me (when I'm in mid-conversation), and ask when we can leave because this is getting, "SO BORING."
Sometimes one of them will yell across the table that they have to go potty "rightnoworI'mgoingtopeemypants!"
Sometimes they brag to the people we're at dinner with that they might get ice cream on the way home (they did not get any ice cream).
Sometimes they make me want to pull my hair out and scream, "Where is the mother of these children and why did she leave them with me!?!"
But then sometimes they redeem themselves.
Sometimes, at bedtime, they say something to Jeff and I like, "I'm sorry. I'm really ashamed of the way I acted at dinner. I'm going to pray and ask Jesus to forgive me for being so selfish and only thinking of myself." (Oh yes, it happened. And completely unprompted.
And honestly? I'd rather have kids who mess up, realize it, and learn something from it than kids that never mess up at all. They still impress me. Maybe even more than before.