So your s/kids are driving you insane? Find a nail gun and shoot the crap out of something.

We are building shelves in our storage area (at LAST!) and not a s/son to be seen. I got to be in charge of the nail gun and man, I love that thing. Slam! Slam! Slam! I imagined s/sons fingers under the nail gun as I reminded them that although they are not THAT bad they could offer to come ahd help!

So, get hold of a nail gun. If nothing else the sound of the compressor recharging will scare the shit out of them and drown out their repeat of The Simpsons.