In a word? Chaos. In my life. At the moment. Pure and simple.
So will not bore you on the ins and outs, but rather relay a story about 3 brothers who like to spend their lives kicking nine bells out of each other.
Rewind a few years to primary school where there was a whinging little kid who went crying to his mummy if the boys so much as looked at him. And of course mummy would go straight to the Headteacher. It would never be her son, as if!
Present day and said whiny kid - now 15 - tries to pick a fight with DS2. The question 'why' does indeed spring to mind. Said DS spends nearly 1 hour every night doing weights and keeping fit, but has not got into one fight at secondary school. Doesn't need to, no-one in their right mind would, so goes some way to explain how the brain works of said whiny kid (WK for short).
Back to said offer of a fight. DS2 laughs, then agrees. Surprise, surprise, WK back down.
Knock on front door. DS3 (Ben) answers. Scarey woman standing on the doorstep. " I want to speak to DS2 (Joshua)" Ben -"And who are you?" LOL! "It doesn't matter who I am, just get him". Ben makes no move.
Josh appears "It's okay Ben". "Joshua, WK doesn't know I'm here, but if you ever pick a fight with him I'll go to the police!" DS2 "Yeah, whatever."
DS1 walks down the stairs. "Could you get off my doorstep please" The mum "No, I won't". DS1 "Oh, okay then..." and shuts the door in her face! More LOL!
I am so proud of the boys. Not only did they all support each other, but they weren't rude to the sad old dear, and, you've got to admit, it is funny :)
As for WK. Well the fact that at 15 his mum even feels the need to talk to the other kids when when her son has had a bit of verbal to and fro speaks volumes. Poor kid doesn't stand a chance.