Monday can't come soon enough.

The boys have had about as much one-on-one time as they can take, I suspect. What started out as fun cooperative play early in the two week break from school has now devolved into the annoying little brother poking and prodding the over-tired older brother and the angry older brother flipping out and screaming and hollering. When this is not going on, the two of them are running around like maniacs on the second floor and jumping from the beds so that it sounds like our entire house may collapse at any moment (or, at the very least, I'll see a pair of tiny feet sticking through the ceiling of the living room, kicking helplessly in the air because one of the kids finally broke through the floor boards of their room). Of course, I can always pull out one of the new movies they got for Christmas and that should buy my about half an hour or forty-five minutes of peace (because the remainder of the movie will be spent telling Arie that his brother can, in fact, also sit on the couch, and telling Éiden to stop poking his brother with his foot just to see what will happen). Still, it's some peace and quiet, though it'll go right back to the fun-and-games afterwards.

Dear lord -- I just overheard one of them just now say that he's "got the dynamite." Maybe won't have to until Monday for all this "fun" to end.