Like right now the Mischievite is singing annoying loud renditions of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star just to get at his older brother who has been grounded to the bed for being a little punk.
So me... who has the entire second room to myself, but must leave the door between the two open... can feel my frustration level climbing by the second.
Of course blogging about it makes it all a bit more humorous.
Like when Albowin shouts "BE QUIET!" at his brother. Who then says, "I'M SOOOO QUIET!!!!"
heh heh heh
Maybe it's just because Albowin has been an ornery little cuss for the last three days that I have zero sympathy for his current plight.
It's one of those quotable things "If Albowin ain't happy, ain't no one happy."
I swear... some days I'd like to go back to the time of whipping posts and wooden paddles.... just saying.