Raisin kids.

Im outside hiding. It's been one of the days that being a parent can kiss my ass. In the hours of 4pm-10:16...started out alright after I got off work...went outside, came back in and there's Harper and scout middle of the kitchen floor, with bout 7 large cups, and a few bottles of water and all of my food coloring. Which was bout 3 different kinds for icing colors...I stop at the door and Harper looks up at me in a already defiant voice and screams "it's a science experiment!!!" Im pissed at the mess but hell I can't argue with that logic. I just calmly looked at her, cause she obviously just manipulated me into not getting on to her, and said "did I say anything, just clean up the mess or I'm mad." I asked on by and they actually did clean it up. Then 30 mins later, I hear screaming in the loudest voice possible, I go outside where they are, and the entire neighborhood most likely can hear Harper screaming and crying because scout hit her cause she was playing with his toys(scout does not like to share, he doesn't like to play with his toys, he likes them new, and he plays with everyone else's things)  then I looked around and realized that on the back porch Harper has drug her entire bed room out there...another mess..(still there)She's screaming at scout and I'm screaming at her. Telling her to go lay down. She cries when she's tired and she also feels my moods and my mood this afternoon was not butterflies and rainbows. I am exhausted. Thru out all this jaxens tearing apart the house looking for a phone charger. Asking where one is, and I don't care, cause he's in charge of his own property. I can barely keep track of my own stuff. He's 10, keep up with your crap kid! I get everyone laid down and then one by one they straggle in with in 10 mins, hungry. I send them all back to their rooms with a snack. Bout 30 mins later, we repeat that entire story over again. These three lil children are a gang. They sit in their rooms and they plan...they have a dry erase board in their closet and they map out a solid plan to break me. Always send in the baby first. Hit him, hurt his feelings, make him cry, SEND ROUND ONE. Then I automatically have to call in the middle child to find out why she hit him, but then I have to call in the OLDEST to find out the truth. So they all comin at me, telling three different stories. So at that point I DONT EVEN CARE! Go away!! They won. They got away with everything. They have won today. There's always tomorrow for parenting domination ....they had sandwiches tho, so I did get one battle won. Don't make the person feeding you angry!