Thursdays should be renamed Survivorday. Ok, maybe not.
The kids are in rare form this morning. I have resorted to not allowing them within 2 rooms of each other. Boy will I be glad when their meds kick in! It is mornings like this that duct tape comes in handy.
Ah well, an episode of Power Puff Girls seems to have lulled the boys into a hypnotic truce. Peace has descended on Allimom's house once again.
#3 has trumpet lessons today. If he continues with the attitude he has had about it we will need to reevaluate him taking them. I seem to remember similar struggles my Mom had with me over Piano lessons...