Just that really. I adore my DD 6.5 and DS 4.5 but THEY WON'T STOP ARGUING!! We have been for a long walk in the pissing rain and played in puddles in the garden. I'm now expecting them to entertain themselves for a little while (which they normally do fine). We're utterly skint and my supply of patience has nearly run out. I'm sick of picking up everything they choose to chuck on the floor, refereeing the screaming and ignoring the tit-tattle. If I hear "MMMUUUUMMMM, HE'S LOOKING AT ME!!!" once more, I'm shutting myself in the bathroom till DP gets home from work.
Rant over. I actually feel better.