Guns Are Dead To Me

Today we had an unfortunate ordeal over guns, again. Personally, I am not a fan of having guns of any sort in my dairy. My son though, loves them and so does every single neighbor boy in our hood. They walk around like a gang, toting some gun they like and making up situations where the guns are necessary.
About a week ago my son shot his sister in the eye with a confetti blaster. She screamed and wailed and while I consoled her I screamed at him for doing such an idiotic thing, having no compassion for his actions and instructed him to throw it away. Only then did he feel remorse. Remorse for losing his gun, nothing for his wounded sister.
The very next day he was playing with a neighbor boy and this boy shot my son in the face. My son literally lost his shit in this kid. He started screaming to the kid to get off his property, to leave his yard immediately. When I finally got to them my son had his gun to this kids face while he intimidated him off our lawn.
Today my son shot another neighbor boy and made this poor boy scream in pain. He tried to get away with it by trying rot make the kid laugh but the damage had been done. I pulled him in and sent him to his room to clean it while I tried to organize my thoughts. During the ordeal I asked him why he did it, He said he didn't know why. I then told him no more guns for the day but realized this was the 3rd time this week I had told him this. I then told him I was throwing away all his guns. That made him cry. He told me I was unfair. Now my blood was boiling inside and I told him what wasn't fair was that I had to protect children from him shooting and hurting them, I left him and returned to my dairy cleaning. Moments later he told me I was selfish. Selfish??!! I asked him why. He told me I was selfish for taking his fun away. I went full psycho. I screamed and as I spoke I noticed the pitch in my voice rising. I told him so sternly that shooting people and hurting them should never be fun. That ended it right there. He cleaned his room perfectly and obeyed the further chore requests I gave him.
I've been mulling it over all afternoon. Going that full tilt crazy takes me a very long time to come down from. I'm seriously not sure where to go from here. I have decided to look into gun  classes and gun training for him. These toys have become excuses to act like assholes. Even this evening I had to tell another neighbor boy to put down a gun. His gun was pointed to his sisters head while he held onto both of them like they were his prisoners. I can't justify tossing out all the guns. This leaves my son singled out. I have options, I just need to decide on the most effective choice. Till then, the dairy is in turmoil.

Hello. It’s me. The long lost dairy operator. Running this dairy has been truly crazy, hectic, mind boggling and exhausting. We have brought a dog to the dairy. He amuses us but has only increased our work load. Today I hauled the kids and dog in raging heat to my mother in laws, school, grocery store, car wash, habitat for humanity, a fruit stand, a thrift store, the beach, the docs and finally home. In that day, my daughter fell flat on her face while carrying a chair and scraped her elbow and hip. My son dropped a large glass bottle all over the asphalt of the car wash where there was no trash can in sight. The dog got terrified of the vacuum at said car wash and kept disappearing. I spent $10, $5 of which was unnecessary but refreshing on trying to vacuum the disgusting cesspool I call a car. We did win at the thrift store when we scored 4 pair of shorts for the boy so he will hopefully quit wearing his thermal layered jeans in SUMMER. The beach was fine as the dog was finally allowed out of the clean but hot, hot, hot car for a few tender moments. At the doctor we learned the boy has bronchitis. What joy. Not sure how he got it but one leading cause is dirty places. That sums up our entire life. So even though it could a multitude of factors I blame myself for being an unkempt farmer. Once home the garden finally got watered after 2 days of suffocating. My boxes I ordered to help organize us came in the mail. 4 of them were smaller than I expected, 3 were great and 3 came without the rope they were supposed to have. A trip to the craft store is needed, too bad. My husband helped hang the triple mirror I bought for $25 today so now we don’t have to have everyone’s toiletries all over our tiny sink. He trusted me to screw in a screw and it went right through the wall. I was fired immediately. Our tiny girl who fell so hard had a huge meltdown and cried and screamed that her elbow hurt so bad she could never take a bath ever again. She was in there to wash her body and her privates of the impurities of sand from the wonderful beach trip. After a few books cuddled with me on a tiny chair it became evident that she may have done more to her elbow than scraped it. Worried an ER trip was upon me, my husband and I coaxed her, albeit gruffly, to prove to us she didn’t need the 40 minute trip at 8pm. Instead I whisked her to the store for some kid chewable bear. My day is done. My mind feels like I ran it through a blender.