Since 8:30 a.m. this morning, my children have been fighting. Fighting over puzzle pieces (we’re 2/3rds of the way done with a 550-piece puzzle), fighting over the remote control to the TV (even though they don’t know how to use it), fighting over who gets to pick out the pop-tarts first, fighting over a toy car, fighting over a pencil, fighting, fighting, fighting.
It’s enough to make me pull out every hair in my head.
