Today's a new day

Yesterday, Boy 1 was great. Helped me move the computer from my room to the living room, set up the wireless adapter thingy that didn't want to work (listen, the router is exactly one foot away from you, behind this wall. This thin, 100 year old wall. Work, damn you!), and rearrange some furniture in my fit of Must Clean Out My Room!

Today? He hit his brother with an empty pop tart box and a dish towel because Boy 2 was doing the heinous crime of breathing. The fiend.

Yesterday, Boy 1 played basketball with Boy 2, Boy 2's annoying friend S and our upstairs tenant's son, who's 5. Played nicely, shared, was gentle with the little kids and didn't trash talk their skills too much. Just a little.

Today, Boy 1 has called his brother names and mumbled obscenities at me because I, too, dare to breathe and exist in his space. The nerve.

So, I'd like to go back to yesterday please? Today is not looking so hot.