I love my kids, I really, really do, but I've hit a point where if they don't give me five seconds of peace, I might just go run out in the middle of the road, get hit by a car and have a nice little break at the hospital. I tell them not to jump on my bed. What does my youngest daughter do? Takes a running jump onto my bed, lands on my tablet and cracks the screen. My tablet is only 3 months old.... I tell them not to bring their bikes in the house. What did they do? I now have bike trials all over my living room floor. They found a wheelchair at their bus stop today, and rather than leave it where it was, they brought it home. When I pointed it out to them that someone is probably missing it, and that they could be reported for stealing it, they did not return it where they found it like they were supposed to do. No, they hid it in the woods behind our house, and then lied to me about it. My oldest daughter had a nervous break down because the internet went down for fifteen minutes, all because it went down during her two hours of internet time while she was uploading a drawing to one of her friends. Seriously, is it a full moon today? Or is it just because it's the last week before Christmas break? I'm seriously about to lose my damn mind!