GirlFight

Having multiple little girls is a test of patience. For the most part, they do alright. They’re good girls, really. Mostly well behaved. Polite. Sweet.

Aaaand then there are the days when…

not so much.

It seems that everything is a drama-in-the-making. They get along and then suddenly, they’re having a free-for-all whine fest where they’re swearing that if they weren’t related, they would hate each other! And maybe they already hate each other! And they’re never,ever, evereverever going to talk to or look at or even think about the other one again!

So there!

Now get back on to YOUR side of the room! Because this is MY side! And that is MY thing that you’re holding/playing with/looking at and give it back! Right now! Well, I maybe gave it to you but not to KEEP! And now I want it back because I know that you’re going to freak out and throw it at me and then I can go and whine tattle tell to Mom about how you stole it from me, ripped it right from my hands and then threw it at me when I calmly asserted myself and told you to return the item!

And your still on MY side of the room!

And the other one in this equation invariable breaks down into pitiful tears and cries out how miserably her sister treats her and all she wants to do is GET ALONG and how MEAN she is FOR NO REASON. All the time. Everyday. And how UNFAIR it all is, that she is straddled with such a mean sister who HATES her and all she ever wants to do is be friends and share and just… get along. Why can’t we get along, why are you so unjust, why must you treat me so terribly? I’m telling MOO-OOOOOM!

Yeah. Some days are like that. Today is such a one.

I am seriously considering adding something more than just creamer to my coffee in the mornings.