With Mad Dog away this week things can get a little hairy around here. I tend to be slightly more stressed which in turn means my boys are out to get me. Well, not really. It only feels that way. My stress adds to their stress. The only difference is that the world sanctions their tantrums. Mine? I have to keep to myself or share lovingly with my husband when he returns home. Lucky him.
T.Puzzle has not disappointed this week. He is in top, tantruming form.
I have seen so many of these episodes over the years I have lost count.
Or it’s possible my boys have worn me down so much, I have lost my ability to count.
I’m not sure.
Maybe I should throw a tantrum about it.