The other day the boys were getting on my nerves. Actually the weather changes were slamming my sinuses, so I wasn't tolerating much.
But they knew that....
They kept clowning around
and making noise
and poking at each other
- it was always "HE did it!"
Honestly, this was a normal day.
But I was not tolerating
... oh, I said that already.
I looked at DH and wailed "I want to send them BACK!"
"Mom, you don't want to do that.
It'll hurt YOU more than it'll hurt us."
YEEE -OOUCH. Yea, the mere thought of sending them back the way they came - shudder.
From the mouth of a teenager.
I decided to keep them.
Much less painful, KWIM?