My sons being two years apart provided a conveyor belt of mayhem which increased exponentially as the next one joined the first one in creating mayhem and so on. It takes you a bit of time to learn how to outfox the little twats.
My wife used to work a Sunday back in the day and I had the three of them from 7am until 6pm.
I am not exaggerating when I say those days, and there were many, were the hardest fucking days work I have ever done in my life.
When my wife returned I would lie down on the couch emotionally and physically shattered.
It was the only time in my life where I actually looked forward to Mondays.
You love them more than life itself but they in return are involved in daily sorties' to break you.
Figure out the plan soon.
That's all I'm saying.