Yesterday I was trying to beg Mr. 8 to get his homework done. He was screaming, crying, avoiding, playing, pooing, eating... everything except homework. Mr. 5 year old wanted me to play Legos with him. He waited patiently for 2 whole hours during the homework drama. During that time I also made dinner and fed the baby. Then I tried to give the baby a bath, but the toilet was flooding. I drained the tank, mopped up the water, and filled his bath. After taking off his diaper I stepped in something soft and solid... POO!!! I stepped right into the poo that fell out of his diaper unbeknownst to me. Ugh. Then I bathed baby, and make Mr 8 finsih him homework. Finally Mr 5 realized that I had 1 tiny spare moment and begged me to play legos with him. When I told him I couldn't he raged. Kicked me in the stomach. Scratched and hit me. That was the end. I carried him upstairs to time out in his room and he kept kicking so I dropped him. He hit his back on the air purifier. What a horrible moment. Bewitching hour... 4-6. Yuck.