Things were going and then well…all was right with the earth until a common cold, grumpy, defiant wind blew into my house belatedly yesterday afternoon. There was tantrums. There was ugly words. In that location was crying. At that place was meaness. At that place was a complete lack of reasoning. In that location was hitting. There was yelling. There was a mommy thinking…who raised yous? Why would you act this way? What are you thinking? Are y'all crazy? Are y'all insane? On what planet is this behavior acceptable? Y'all are then in trouble…simply wait until your mother comes home (OH CRAP…that is me). It was so ugly. Boys were seperated and sent to rooms. Every bit things calmed downwardly, it became apparent that fatigue had prepare in. Reid savage asleep on the couch at v:thirty and weblog-Stedman carried him straight to bed. Rhett was put to bed at six:00 and Ryan followed at 7:15. It was as placidity as a house without children all night and this morning…a much more tolerable, maybe even pleasant breeze is circulating.