Summer hasn’t gotten the memo that it’s really summer. We’ve yet to spend a day at the beach, and this morning our beach was pummeled with one of the most frightening thunderstorms I’ve seen.
We spent the morning at the library picking out books and trying really hard not to be sick of each other. The fighting between the kids has been almost constant. It’s close quarters down here and I have to run and shut the windows before I start yelling because I don’t want my neighbors to be scared of me.
How do we get them to get along? I’m looking for any and all suggestions please. My voice box thanks you.
Simple, you pray to the sun gods.