Crying...

   There are some days when it seems like there is a megaphone of crying going on in my house.  If it's not all of the boys it's at least 2 of them and because there is crying by at least one it always escalates into a screaming, crying, bad mood, hitting, biting day.  Today is one of those days.
   I should have known when I had to deal with Time Warner this morning and they couldn't fix my cable box from India that it was going to go downhill, but I try to be an optimist sometimes.  We tried to convince Cam not to go to school today because Cade didn't have to and it would have been a whole lot easier, but alas my little 'smart boy' had to go.  After going and getting a new cable box and dropping into the market for weekly supplies of milk, cheese and fruit it was back home.  Chad went out for a much needed guys day out and I was home with the 3 boys.  Luckily Cade and Kellen tend to play very well together, but Kolin is at that age where he wants to be in every ones business and by in I mean literally sitting in the middle of any game/toy/book.  After repeated wrestling matches featuring Cade and Kolin and Kellen and Kolin it was time to pick up Cam.  I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again but picking up at the preschool is a special kind of torture.  The boys run wild while we wait for the teachers to open their doors and let the kids out.  Normally I have a stroller to corral Kolin, but I switched cars, so no such luck today.  Luckily Kolin fell asleep on the way home and we got a blessed 2 1/2 hours of time without a busy body baby, but there is some kind of radar for kids knowing that nap time is over and it's time to start fighting. 
     Even before I had gotten Kolin out of his crib Kellen and Camden were fighting over seats on the toy helicopter we have in the back yard, which quickly turned to screams and crying when Cam pinched Kel and Kel retaliated by biting back.  Cause biting always fixes the problem, right?  In the resulting chaos of crying boys Cade knocked his side into a corner and started crying too and I could hear the hysterical crying from upstairs where the baby wanted to get out.  Trying to calm everyone took precious minutes and band aids, but was finally accomplished.  Cam walking with a limp, even though the bite was on his scapula, sat and played while I rescued Kolin from his crib.  I have heard tell that one of the torture practices used by the military is a baby crying and I have to say that I would divulge military secrets in a second if I had to hear a baby crying.  It literally drives me batty and I start to lose it.  Everyone was in a yucky mood at this point, so I decided to torture us all by going to get Kel a hair cut.  What can I say I'm a masochist. 
    The good part was the change of scenery really helped.  The boys were great at the hair cut place and we walked to Block Buster so everyone could pick out a movie.  We even rented Santa Clause, even though we have it somewhere in our house, so that we could start getting into the Christmas spirit.  The middle of my day was a tense standoff with mommy and the boys against each other.   Luckily I have been doing this long enough to know that you have to get out, even if it's just a drive it helps.