I'm Melting! I'm Mellltiiiiingggg......!

We got back from the pool yesterday and I HAD to cut the boys' hair because it was getting too long and shaggy. Consequently, we ended up watching "Spy Kids" movie on TV. I got everyone shaved up and they continued their glassy-eyed viewing.

But...it was about five, and we had to shut it off at 5:30 because the house was a disaster. I thought it would be over, but I was wrong.

"Sorry, boys, we have to turn it off," I said. Seth did not take it well. He got stiff and screamed like a 2 year old. I sent him to his room to calm down. He stopped screaming pretty fast, but he was far from done.

I told everyone it was cleaning time. Mt. Penatubo sent up an indignant plume of lava because I had made a "HUGE MESS!" on his floor from the books. Most of them were already in the shelf, but ancient junk from underneath and behind his shelf had been pulled out. I told him I would put up the books, but the junk was his and he needed to trash it. More ash and smoke followed.

I heard the eruptions from downstairs. Unsurprisingly, he yelled, "MOM, I HAVE A HEADACHE!!" As upset as he was, I have no doubt that he really did. He had worked himself up big time by now as we were going on 20 minutes of venting. I told him he could lie down, but he still had to finish the room.

He rested and then came downstairs and took some Tylenol. Things weren't much better down here, AND his two brothers were around. He lamented having to pick up all his Legos, got into a fight with Zac over some disputed pieces which ended up with both boys crying and screaming. More yelling by me followed.

That was about it--Daddy came home and everyone eventually calmed down (including me). Daddies are marvelous things sometimes for the peace of the household.