I came home to find out that Rand, Tony and John had gotten into a huge fight. Now, in my book, the 21 and 19 year olds should be the ones who have to figure out a way to not escalate the 14 year old. But whatever. ANd I would think the almost 18 year old wouldn't have to stand and add his two sense worth.
They were literally only home alone for a total of 15 minutes and they are all screaming and punching and commenting. And when I try to get them to settle down they both verbally attack me and both think it is my fault that they are fighting.
I am tired of the adrenaline and I am tired of the stress and I'm tired of being blamed.
And that is why being me isn't fun right now.