My children are taking turns screaming at the top of their lungs.
ONE has been very unlikable. That is putting it mildly. He is three and adjusting to his new life. I keep having to say that out loud, lest I completely LOSE it and lock him in the backyard until his daddy comes home.
Things seem to be very slightly improving each day … or maybe I am just getting used to the cacophony of screeching that takes place from 7 a.m. – 7 p.m. or later. I hope it really is getting better, because no one likes to visit The Family Of Screechers.
But then, moments like this happen, and I have a glimmer of hope that I will have a normal life again one day, we will all like each other most of the time, and the screeching will cease.
