Since Brian left for Scotland a week ago, this is what I have had to deal with:
- painters, hired by the condo board, destroyed my vegetable garden
- the kitchen was flooded by the children seeking to fill water guns
- Jamie woke up at 1am Sunday morning, only to stay awake until 9 pm that night
- the following night, both girls were up in shifts for the entire night
- in the pouring rain, standing in Costco's parking lot, the children and I found the keys to the van - locked inside
- there is a dent in the dining room wall - from where it was kicked
- the same children who desperately needed to play with water guns in the hour and a half of sunshine we've had in the last two weeks, and who got so wet with said guns their clothes had to be wrung out before going in the laundry hamper, played outside under a cloudy sky for 20 minutes and then began yelling at the top of their lungs that it was raining and they were getting wet
- I have seriously considered changing the front door to a revolving one so I don't have to listen to it slam shut one more time
- and finally, the near constant to-the-death-I-hate-you-I'm-going-to-kill-you!- fighting amongst the children...Ian vs Jamie, Jamie vs Avery, Avery vs Emma, Emma vs Jamie, Ian vs Avery, etc...
All I'm gonna say is, there had better be a damned good gift coming back from Scotland...
I think it is the strife between the kids that I am least prepared for as a parent. The fighting, sniping, swiping - I don't understand it and it drives me bonkers! A great part of this is the fact that one of the party is 2 and therefore not easily lectured. *sigh* I'm looking forward to the peace of September. Your patience must be better developed than mine, though, what with the extra kids to endure, er, I mean love. Yeah, I love my kids, not endure them.
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