♫ Bad, bad, bad, bad boys ... ♫

You do NOT make me feel so good.

You make me want to throw you out a window. No, really.

Highlights of today:

• Matthew throwing a 15-minute tantrum over the drama involved in trying to find his flipping shoes
• Working together, using the big scissors to cut up the beautiful hardcover book On the Night You Were Born
• Taking turns taking the GameCube game out of the GameCube, slapping the door shut, and giggling maniacally
• Shoving every one of your DVDs into the portable DVD player we "borrowed" from Nana, all at the same time

I am very tired of you. We just got back from Iowa (sans Dada, that lucky bastard), and Mama needs to run away from you guys. HELP.