I love my kids. So don't think that I don't. I just want to string them up in a tree from time to time. These last few days have been on of those times. I am tired from working out more, so I will readily admit to less tolerance than I usually have. But there also has to be something in the water lately.
Hannah is being excessively bossy. She tends to be bossy anyways, but in the last three days she has screamed at her bothers because, heaven forbid, they sit in the wrong spot at the table, touch their food before we eat or just look at her cross eyed. *sigh*
Nik has been jumping on the beds. He is 13!! He so totally knows better! He is going to come through the ceiling, I just know it.
Sam has been on a crying/yelling/I am not ever going to do what you say jag. I love him but I want to duck tape his mouth shut.
And Alex put a hole in another door. Yes, I said another, as in more than one. He has been so angry and feels that putting his fist through a door will help that. I don't feel so inclined and am not pleased that I will be replacing doors when we move out of this place.
I have ranted. It will be better. I know it is just one of those times that you go through with your children. I am just hoping that whatever they put in the water filters out soon.