The day started badly. Bad attitudes abounded. Loud wails kept erupting from the kids. I felt that I was in a constant state of correcting them. My patience level was quickly bottoming out. Ironically, I didn’t lose it when I found the explosion of baking powder all over the kitchen floor. No, I lost it when I found the boys fighting and yelling over something insignificant. “STOP YELLING!” I yelled. “I have had it up to HERE and we are DONE! GO to your rooms RIGHT. NOW! I don’t want to SEE YOU!” As soon as the words left my
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