When Thing 1 starts crying during breakfast because Thing 2 sang without his permission, you know it’s going to be one of those days.
Although I could have worked that out before then. Like when Thing 1 announced that he didn’t want to wait his turn and instead was going to sulk on his bed with the door closed. And then did.
Or when he started to have a meltdown because the flashcards weren’t lining up how he wanted.
I was already exhausted within 30 minutes of arriving!