7am and the fighting has started already. The boys have the day off school today and as much as I love having my boys around I hate the fighting and complaining and tattling. For some reason, they can't exist in one place for more than 10 minutes without fighting each other or finding something that they need to tattle on the other about.
This morning, so far, I have broken up 4 fights over who gets to sit next to Rhys while he watches cartoons, who gets to pick up the cardboard, who gets to play the PS4 and what time I need to take Oliver to the dentist. I really wish I knew what the hell was going through their heads this morning so I could figure out what they need to stop all this crap but sadly I can't and the only response I get is 'its all (insert brother's name here) fault'. I cant even send them outside because its raining, ugh.
It is going to be a long day!