I'm sitting here sewing and here's what I've been listening to for the last hour:
Charlie helping Jack clean his room. Everyone was nice to each other and Charlie often helps Jack. I'm not really sure why, but I think he just likes some direction and some help. Jack then helps Charlie.
After that Sam helped Charlie make his bed. There was only one small fight which was quickly resolved. (I only asked Jack to clean his room, which he did happily right when I asked. Sam and Charlie did theirs on their own.)
After all rooms were clean Jack invited the two other boys to paint pictures for me for Mother's Day. He offered to let them use his special art kit which he got for Christmas. Right now they're in there coloring, painting, singing, and telling me not to look or come into the kitchen. Little Luke is taking a nap after a really whiny morning.
How did I get so lucky?
p.s. because of Josie's comment I feel I must tell you that what happened this morning is not what usually happens. I just got lucky on the day before Mother's Day. And 8 year olds sure are more responsible than say 4 or 6 year olds. We more often have fighting/screaming/hitting/bouncing off walls/jumping on couches days.