The kids have been fighting mercilessly this morning. I'm at the point of shipping them off to Siberia. Or at least banishing them to their rooms all day. The problem with that is number one: we won't get any schoolwork done, and number two: since the boys share a room they'd be maimed or worse within 30 minutes.
All moms know that the moment you take a shower or go to the bathroom that all h-e-double hockey sticks break loose.
Your estimation of me is going to go down a lot after I tell you this.
I stood outside the bathroom door and called to my kids, who had just exchanged more lovely nastiness:
"I am going to go poop. If anyone is mean when I am in there, I am going to make you go in afterwards and I will NOT FLUSH!"
There. I told you I had sunk to new lows. At least they took me seriously and were civil while I was in there.
I hope you'll still talk to me.