Chaos.

I think I can honestly say that I had one of my worst mornings ever with the boys. I had this great idea to go into the city to have the boys craft up a little special somethin'-somethin' for their Dad's Christmas present at a special somethin'-somethin' place. (I have to be vague as there's the off-chance he might read this!) Reasons it didn't go well include: Isaac crying and angry screaming almost the entire time; Natty wanting to do everything himself and making mess after mess; Natty not listening to anything that I was saying and actually screaming (very loudly) in the full workshop; things being thrown all over the floor by Natty and Isaac; hands coming repeatedly dangerously close to shelves upon shelves of breakables; Natty crying; Natty throwing his body on all over the floor in the shop in a tantrum; Natty hitting... you can see how this went. But damn it, I drove into the city to get this done, and we weren't leaving without a finished gift. I just sure hope that when I look at the gift in years to come it won't trigger frustration and anger in my mind. Boy oh boys.