It is difficult sometimes to know which battles to pick. Today I saw he had sharpened all of his brand new pencils down to 2 inches in length. Sigh. Not a battle I will pick. I saw his dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom AGAIN. Ok, this is a battle I will pick. And yes, it feels like a battle some days. It gets old fast. AFter all this time you would think he would get it and not do it. I swear there is a brain cell missing in the area of cleanliness. Help me! I hope his wife is more understanding than I feel today.