This would be why I’m not sad about Jake going off to Kindergarten: the constant bickering, calling for me, being pulled in two different directions for 12-13 hours a day, everyday. Sigh. It is just one of those days. They’re not being bad, just dead-set on destruction. If I step on one more block or action figure I am going to lose it. Hopefully just one small child home during the day will prove to be a little easier. I know when Jake was with his grandma on vacation, the days didn’t seem nearly as rough and I think it’s because I wasn’t outnumbered.