Yes, today is Valentines Day, but there are no cherubic little angels to be found at this house. If they were all independent learners and could stay on task, I would send them to their rooms (actually, that wouldn't work because two of them share a room).
It's been a constant cacophony of complaints. Mom, he's humming. Mom, she's sitting too close to me. Mom, look. She's not really doing her work. And over and over: Mom, (s)he's annoying me. They have whined and yelled, grumbled and growled. And mom is fed up with it.
I started out the day in a good mood, really I did. I intended to accomplish much today, both in their schoolwork and around the house. Instead, I find myself accomplishing little and just wanting to crawl into a closet and hide from them.
Maybe that's the key. I should send myself to my room. The thought makes me smile, but I know it would just make them behave worse and then I would have WWIII to deal with.