Entry FeedKids fight over the weirdest things. I was driving out this afternoon to drop Daughter off at her cousin's for a sleepover, and for 15 minutes I had to listen to, "My mommy!" "NO! MY MOMMY!"
I tried to tell them that actually I was both of their mommies, but that didn't seem to work. Really, I should have felt loved that they both cared so much that they wanted to claim me to the exclusion of their siblings, except instead I felt so crazy that I just wanted to drive into a light pole to make them stop.
Another of my least favourite lines is, "that's not fair!"
My parents used to respond to that one with either, "well, life's not fair" or "I don't want to hear you say that ever again."
It is true that it isn't fair that Daughter can't do everything that her brothers can do, but is it really unfair that she isn't tall enough to reach the light switch? How do you respond to that one?
Taking turns is also driving me mad. I am sorry, but I can't remember who I gave the keys to last time to open the front door. Sorry if your brother got them twice in a row. Son One actually said, "You're evil, Mommy" when he thought his brother got an extra turn. In the scheme of things, I don't think that forgetting who gets the keys makes me evil.
I think life may be a little too easy; a little too comfortable for my kids. They complain about such minor things... Maybe they need to suffer a little to appreciate what they have.