Well, there’s this rock over here, and then this really dense, non-porous substance over here . . .
I’m really not sure what’s worse - having the two boys wake up fighting each other, physically and verbally, on every single, tiny little thing.
Or when they band together and come up with new and wonderful ways to fight me.
What a freaking day.
Hang in there, Sister. Thing the warming weather is bringing out that wasp-like fighting spirit here, too. Wishing you peace…literally!
I hear ya. I’m going to start wearing earplugs… and just let them beat each other until someone wins. HA!
Boys. I am (not) looking forward to my girls fighting over clothes and makeup and space in their teens… And I know the fights are coming around here now. A already yells “NO B!!” at her sister for nothing.
Anyway, I hope your day gets better. Now.
Maybe it’s the weather. Because the weather here? SUCKS! I do have the perfect solution to your boy problem at my place! Free John Deere!!
Oh yes. I know. I hope things are better!