Who are these kids and where are mine?
The children have gone berserk and are driving me insane ("short drive").
In the last few days, they have: whined about their computer (and lack of time on it), whined about the TV, whined about going outside, whined about being outside, whined about being inside, whined about their clothes, and whined about each other whining.
They have: fought over the computer, fought over the TV, fought over who opens the garage door to go outside, fought over cereal boxes, fought over seats at the kitchen table, and fought with each other about the amount of particles of dust in the air (well maybe not that exactly but they have fought with each over nothing. *eye twitch*).
They have: asked to go outside, asked to go inside, asked to go to the pool, asked to go to the beach, asked to go to the park, asked to go to the Children's Museum, asked to go to Grandma's, asked to go to Toys R Us, and asked to go to McDonalds. All within 30 seconds every 10 minutes and repeated times 5 children all day long.
They have: touched every single thing in Michael's craft store after me repeatedly telling them not to, spilled their cereal several times in Musical Chairs The Breakfast Edition, peed in the bathroom but 6 inches away from the toilet, strung a $15 ball of yarn all through the house while I did something completely frivolous like take a quick 5 minute shower, started and stopped watching The Pink Panther a dozen times and then complained when I returned it to BlockBuster overdue, and threw french fries around the van in a show of gratitude for me taking them to McDonalds.
I am tired, I am crabby, my eye starts twitching whenever one of the children enters my peripheral vision, and my voice only comes out in this high pitched shrill "OMG, what have you done now?!?!" sort of way.
How many more days until school starts?
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