The last couple of nights have reminded me of an episode of Home Improvement. One in particular. (And no, Hubby, I'm not talking about the fiasco with the car repairs). Tim tells Jill he will teach the boys to sit down and have a quiet, civilized, polite dinner. I think there was a bet involved. Anyway, the only way he can get them to sit quietly is by wearing them out beforehand. So they run like wild men through the house and yard, screaming the whole time.
And that, my friends, has been my house the past few days. The clock strikes 6 p.m. and it's like somebody flipped a switch and they go berserk. All four of them. Which is 33% more than Tim Taylor had to deal with. There are invisible monsters chasing them, so they scream and run. One brother is trying to bite the other, so he screams and runs. We send them outside, but they keep coming back in for another lap.
At least it usually gets nice and quiet at bed time.