That is how I feel today lads. Like one big octopussy. Eight arms, one for each child and one for the wife, each one pulling in a different direction. I just wanted to get some spring cleaning done and all they wanted to do is argue and snitch on each other. All I wanted to do is tackle the laundry for two days and I still don't see an end to it. I'm so sick of pink clothes and towels. But I gave in when they finished one room ( and not done very well) and let them out on this beautiful day. I felt bad to keep them inside all day fighting and arguing, and listening to that, so I sent them on their way. That didn't end the revolving door of finding me. I did get out in the garden only to rip out a wild rose bush and drink a few beers in between laundry detail. But that wasn't enough to not make me feel like a big pussy for letting them go when the work wasn't completed. Their very good at pushing my buttons.