Ugh. So, Tig mentioned she needed to go through her son's clothes and see what he's outgrown........something I've been meaning to be doing with Thing 2 for a while, so I decide to go ahead and do it too. Dh has been doing our laundry (yes, he does that but his motive is because I don't do it "right") and putting all Thing 2's clothes along one wall even though we have a shelf for them in our room, and he has his own closet and dresser upstairs. So I begin with the shelf and the wall. Sorting that out takes a while.
Thing 1 had wanted blueberry pancakes for breakfast, and Tig had mentioned they were having those for dinner, so copycat again, I decide to do that as well. Only last time mom was here she used all the mix, so I have to do them from scratch. Okay no problem. Only 2 hours ago when I told Thing 2 to do his regular kitchen duty he didn't and now I have no working equipment or area.
Finally I get him to hand wash enough for me to get started and to clean the table, pancakes are done, little one's are cool enough (he won't eat anything the slightest bit warm) and we begin to eat. Dh begins with calling Thing 2 a little girl for not wanting his pancakes warm, then moving onto calling Thing 1 a drama queen and acting out a greatly exaggerated imitation of him holding his mouth where a sour blueberry got a mouth sore, and then says "Mmmmm, bread, fruit, butter and syrup. Now kids, this is a nutritious dinner."
So I finished with the load of laundry I had, and he is now taking a nap. The two kids have been fighting ALL day. At one point, one kid was completely in another part of the house, and the younger one was arguing at the top of his voice with his imaginary friend. No kidding. I am sooooo done with this day.