On Monday the boys were fighting ALL morning long.
If it wasn't one thing, it was another, and I was getting pretty exasperated.
I'm not one to yell,
but I eventually said a little snappishly something like,
"We are DONE with this fighting! I have had it! This has got to stop!"
I even shook my hands in front of me in a frustrated way.
As you can see, I was really losing it (insert sarcasm).
A few minutes later Talmage came sniffling out of his room and said,
"I just said a prayer that you can be a better Mom. And always talk so nicely to us."