Since we picked them up from Mimi, they have been completely out of control. Out. Of. Control. Even BJ is at the end of his rope right now, and BJ has a LOOOONG rope (he's married to me, after all). We literally haven't gone 5 minutes without correcting one of them since he got home from work. "Don't kick her," "Stop that," "Give that back," "Sit down," "Take a time out," "Leave her alone," "Don't throw that," and my personal favorite, "For the love of God your voice does not have to constantly be moving, would you just be quiet?!!?!?!!?"
Please leave a comment and reassure me that ours are not the only children who lose their flipping minds after a weekend in Grammaland - where everything they do is cute, and there is no such thing as discipline, and chocolate and sugar flow like rain from the skies. Please tell me stories of when your kids have been spoiled for a few days, and how the first day and a half was miserable, but tomorrow is going to be fine because, otherwise, seriously... I'm getting out the wooden spoons.
Please note - I am not blaming any of the good citizens of Grammaland for my kids' current behavior. You're just doing your jobs, as grandparents and aunts and uncles. They were good for you, which is awesome, but they saved up all their bad for us. And I am going to put them in a box and mail them back to you if they don't straighten up.