Irony, thy name is motherhood. All morning, I've been mediating disputes, halting sibling assaults and quelling the inevitable bickering that comes from having more than one child. Finally, I've laid down the law. They are confined to their rooms, forced to play by themselves. And now, what they want more than anything, is to play with each other! There is wailing and stretching of arms over the baby gates that keep them bedroom-bound. All Missy wants is to "play with her sweet little brother." The same one that was hiding her baby dolls and hollering at her. And he wants "sisser." The one that pushed him away and wouldn't let him sit by her on the couch.
Pardon me while I self-medicate with chocolate chip cookie dough.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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5 comments:
LOL!!
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Typical. We always want what we can't have.
You are one smart momma!
When we were kids and we would argue, Momma would always tell us "you can argue, but you have to do it in whispers!" Well, it sounded so silly that we would get the giggles and then all bets were off!
Any cookie dough left? I could use a few nibbles!
Ah, yes. I live that glamorous life, too.
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