Wednesday Night Fights

Wednesday nights take me outside the home until close to bedtime, it's never good when I get in. I battle Mr. B until bedtime he usually is crying about something, I haven't eaten yet and won't until everyone else is in bed because I'm painfully slow at putting food together. So my night looked something like this. Go watch 6 third and fourth graders for an hour, come home, fight with Mr.B about getting in the tub, getting out of the tub, letting water out of the tub, putting on pajamas, what we are going to play after and if he ever gets dressed. Getting him to go to bed, getting him to stay in bed, getting him to be quiet in bed. Having a brief half fight with wife over boxing on television, eating and going to bed. I hate Wednesdays.