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I normally love my Sundays. Normally.

We have been forced to take Sunday off from the gym so now I have a designated day that I could sleep in on but unfortunately Pudgie comes to me in the morning and anyways.....We usually have no plans or places we have to be unless we are invited to my parents house or my sisters for dinner or something.

I usually get to finish one of the, "weekend warrior," projects that we started on Thursday or Friday and then I hang outside most of the day while the kids play or color or dance or play soccer. Something fun and relaxing! I get to go through my 6 Sunday papers..... or not, and catch up on emails.... or not, and just lounge the day away or grocery shop....or not! Our neighborhood is usually deserted because of church and the kids are not allowed to play because of it, so we have the street pretty much to ourselves and the three mighty munchies can wreak havoc if they like. It is usually my favorite day.

Not lately though. The past two Sundays have come with screaming and yelling and unending battles like I breed rabid dogs inside this house or something. My kids are at each others' throats and short of choking them, I have done everything I can to separate them.

I am sure my neighbors hear me. Some times I am outside screaming at these kids like some psycho that just got out of the sanitarium. Others, well, at the octave I have been at lately... heck, I am sure the little rest home on the corner can hear me. My kids have been ridiculous and I told Tommy that our escalating scale of punishment to fit the crime has gone out the window..... this woman has moved onto corporal punishment. I even threatened Binky with (No, I am not proud of this but it is what it is)..... "If you touch him again I will hit you with a wooden spoon, if that does not work I will hit you with a metal spatula and if that does not work I will punch you just like you punched Pudgie." (Now I may sound like I would do something like that... I may have even considered it after dragging her off her 3 year old brother for the 100th time today... but I wouldn't do that...... I have leverage now and taking away her cousin from California's visit has done wonders to punish this little girl.)

I think that the worst part is, like the last pictures, even when I do get the three of them apart, they start chasing each other around like animals instigating the fights all over again. It is killing me and I swear, my kids are gonna kill each other before this spring break is over. I don't know why they are like caged animals lately but this three ring circus ring master is ready to bow out and hand over the top hat or the whip to someone else. I swear I need a UFC ring in my backyard!!

Spring break can not be over soon enough for me. I am so frazzled I have started redecorating my house and this puppy doesn't need it.