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I swear, the kids are TRYING to drive me crazy. I'm downstairs making marinade and trying to clean up and dust when Sean comes down crying that he hurt his foot while dancing ON THE BED with Ian. Who is, of course, still dancing on the stinking BED. I came upstairs and he was JUMPING on Sean's bed.
Well, I just about lost it. I yelled at him, and then I took both of their CD players and CDs away. I sent them to their rooms, and when I put Ian in his room, I heard him slam down the legos. So then I went in and took the legos away and made him go in and tell Sean why they didn't have any legos to play with.
Now, they're in their rooms until hell freezes over or I quit wanting to smack them. Not sure which will happen first, especially if Sean keeps coming out of his room and pestering me.
It's a really nice day and I was planning on going outside with them after I got them a snack about now. But now they're in deep doo-doo and I want to scream.
ARGHARGHARGH. I swear, by the end of the summer I'm going to lose my voice and my mind simultaneously.
OK. Venting made me feel a little better. I'm going to go make them a snack and hopefully by the time that's done I'll feel like I can breathe again.