Every morning they wake up ready to fight. I don't really know if it's just a girl thing or what? I raised two boys... Not even they felt the need to nit-pick each other to death.
The never-ending shouts of, It's mine! or Mom, tell her to stop using my stuff! It gets so old... Most of the time, it's over a pen or markers. Nothing of any real importance. This morning it was over a bucket of map colors... My oldest wanted to split the darn things.
If life is this hard for them now I can't wait till boys are involved. It's almost like they want me to lose my mind. When I do yell at them to cut their nonsense off it's over as if it didn't happen. Then they are on to a new fight. I'm just in the next room, but they seem to think I can't hear a thing. Mom with her old age must be deaf and blind right, sis? Almost positive these two will be the death of me... Someday, they will learn to work together against me and then I'll be royally screwed... Is it possible they fight with each other just to throw me off? I'm pretty sure they are geniuses determined to drive me crazy...
Jokes on them!... It's a short drive. I'm already crazy. Most people that have kids are. My mornings would be perfect if I could wake them up, tell them good morning, and hit the mute button. I would just sit and watch them, being unable to hear anything would be great!
I wonder if that's why little old men always forget to turn up their hearing aids... Now I know those old men are on to something! Only listen to what you want to.
Time to take my monsters to school. God bless those poor teachers...
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