DAY 1: no progress...
Day 2: Still no progress
Day 3: minor progress... Wait... Never mind...
Day 4: A step... in the wrong direction... My father was right, I should have been a dentist...
Day 5: Dammit! Why did I even think this was all a good idea?
Day 6: We went an entire day without a chair going through a window or breakable object. Screw it; I'm logging that is progress!
Day 7: Less screaming. So far, so good... Maybe it's a good thing I didn't become a dentist... Take that dad!
day 8: we ran out of donuts......there was a lot of tears that day
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