Thing 3 got a birthday present in the mail. It was a fairly large sized box, and the Things were very, very excited. And very eager to “help” their one year old brother play with his new toy.
This isn’t like Christmas, where each Thing has their own presents to keep them occupied. This is a feeding frenzy. 
It’s survival of the fittest. The Things are climbing over each other, trying to get to the front so they can see what’s in the box. They are grabbing, pushing, and, in Thing 3’s case, crawling to get on top.
We opened the package and saw it was a great car with elevator and circular slide toy. Let’s play!!! Oh, no, it needs to be put together. Not just one or two pieces that snap together. Fold out instructions with 16 steps. Lots of little screws and hard to identify parts.
Try putting together a toy like this together, with three kids in the midst of a feeding frenzy, and you will know the true meaning of working under pressure.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Let ME do it!
Put that screwdriver down.
Are you done yet?
Stop, you’re going to break it.
My turn. My turn. My turn.
At work last week, there was a so-called “crisis”, where an important computer system went down, and there was a mad dash to fix the problem. Accusations flew, emotions were high, voices were raised. I remained calm and kept a sense of humor about the situation.
Why? Because I know the true meaning of pressure.
I’m impressed that you didn’t lock them all in a closet until you were done. You’re a better man than I.
I have to agree with Rattling..I would have found an empty room and locked myself in it.. LOL
I might’ve waited until they went to bed.
Is that Thing 2 with his head blocking the picture? Yo, down in front, dude!
Oh, I have *so* know EXACTLY what you’re dealing with in this picture. And our Thing 3 hasn’t even yet joined the fray.
*high five*