Case in point - naps are intended to recharge the batteries, and smooth the mood. Apparently for everyone but TT1 & TT2. Both woke up (or got up, depending on who slept) yesterday, still a bit whiney and sleepy. TT2 proceeded to antagonize, bother and generally tick off TT1. TT1 admirably employed the lessons painfully learned so far this summer, and asked nicely to be left alone, then attempted to leave the scene, asked again not to be bothered, and so it went on for about 10 minutes. TT2 never gave up.
It's not enough that there are 3 couches in the house. TT2 insists on using the one TT1 is using. TT1 has to pee? TT2 is following a mach-3, insisting that his need is greater and slams the door in TT1's face, cackling like a deranged chicken on, well, whatever deranged chickens eat.
And so it went for about 25 minutes. Until TT1 had had enough, got his B on, hauled off and smacked the crap outta TT2. Of course, TT2 attempted to seek consolation and immediate justice; however D was hip to the situation (oh maude did I just say hip?) and simply laughed his arse off, as any good dad would do, right?
Anymore, it's not, TT2, why are you upset? It's more like, 'TT2, what did you do to your brother to make him make you cry?' Which is sad, but again, part of that constant bid for parental attention due to the grating of the constant togetherness of summer.
That, and the fact that D is not really down with the sand-park. Maybe a dose of away-from-home time would temporarily cure the cabin fever???