Like the moment you kick everyone off of the piles of towels in your room, and send them back to sleep in their own room. Oh the horrors. I'd say it was a tear-inducing festival of hysteria, but seriously everything causes drama right now. It's nonstop, "What do you mean I can't eat jello for every meal now?" "Why can't I watch TV endlessly anymore?" "He touched me" "Well he looked at me funny." "I'm tired." "I'm hungry...no I'm not hungry...yes I am hungry."
It goes on and on and on, and quite frankly I'm done. Peace out, this is where I get off.
Someone please tell me everything will go back to normal eventually, because right now I feel like someone has switched out my normally good natured, sushi consuming, high energy children with limp impersonations who won't eat anything but plain pasta and complain that swimming is boring. Bah.