As I’m there trying to relax, my husband had to work. I hear it; the kids start screaming and cereal has spilled on the floor. Wonderful! I wait for them to work it out. Just when things start to die down. The ruckus starts all over again as someone starts to wail loudly. Something lands on the floor the oldest start yelling at someone saying they “need to clean it up it’s their fault”. The baby, who is six, hasn’t stopped crying. I hear my son lose his temper. He has had enough and tells his sister “it’s her mess and she needs to clean it up. It’s not my fault”