The boys and I had a rough night.
I just couldn't take it anymore.
So they were sent to bed at 6pm.
And while in their room, they wrote me some letters, folded the papers up into a paper airplane and threw them downstairs.
This is what they said.
I am going to keep them.
And when they have their own children, I may just bring them out, and let them know I understand how tough parenting is.