Thank Heaven All Kids are Good (at least some times)

So, I about lost it tonight. For about half an hour, I had been spending my time alternating between cooking dinner, nursing and calming Mabel, and trying to get Frances to pick up her things. John finally decides to help me on my mission to get Frances to clean up her things. I don't know exactly what happens, but after a couple of minutes Frances proceeds to have the biggest tantrum I've ever heard. I mean Academy Award material, asthma attack inducing, huddled in the corner of the room arms around knees, full-on, all-out tantrum. Of course Mabel is affected by all this and starts crying again. And dinner is about to burn. So just when I'm feeling like the most unlucky, under appreciated housewife that ever was, Noah comes in to the kitchen and asks if he can help me get dinner ready. So, in spite of the frustrations of life with children, it is so unbelievably touching to see an early-pubescent, violence-obsessed, Metallica-loving 13 year boy have the sensitivity to know just when his step-step-mom has finally had enough.