My husband is doing some work (of sorts) with some acquaintances of ours. Before I knew it, without knowing how it’s happened I have now been left to host their twin boys at our place. I already have a “spirited” boy of my own. These kids are next level. They tore the place apart within the first few minutes, have broken numerous toys, traumatised the dog.... I thought I’d be enjoying a relaxing late afternoon wine by now. Instead my will go live is shot to shit. AIBU to find a dark corner in which I can assume the foetal position? They’re now punching the flowers FFS...