4 minutes is not enough

I love love love love love love my children.  I hope that is obvious and never for a second doubted by anyone, especially them.  In fact I don't think it's possible to love them anymore than I do.  My heart would burst.  I'm sure of it.

That was my disclaimer because now I'm going to bitch.  Again.

This morning started a little before 7:00am.  It is currently 5:51pm.  There has been no more than 4 minutes at a time of silence.  Think about that for a second.  I mean, really.  Think about it.  Makes you irritable just to imagine it, right?  RIGHT.  I don't know why some days they seem so much needier (is that a word?) than others but they just are.  Today was one of those days.  Holy hell.  I finally said I'd give everyone TWO HUNDRED POINTS if they went outside and played and didn't talk to me until I called them in.  They scrambled outside as fast as they could.  It's now 5:53pm and no one has talked to me in nearly 7 minutes.  Ah, bliss.

Tomorrow we're going to spend 4 hours in the car together.  That sounds fun, right?  OMG.