It has been a rough Saturday morning — full of children bickering, children complaining, and children generally pissing me off.
Mgazi and Zaffron were downstairs, supposedly watching tv, when I heard a thud, what I swear was a battle cry, then a crash.
I hit my limit.
Me: GIRLS! <– yelling
the Girls: Yes, Mommy? <– sweetly, in unison
Me: Get upstairs! Now!
I’d like to say that they came upstairs, hanging their heads, abashed and guilty in the knowledge that had once again driven their mother to the brink of a breakdown. But no, they came up reluctantly, and loudly protesting the interruption of their television time with stomping feet and exaggerated sighs.
They stood in front of me as I ticked off the reasons I had had enough.
Me: I have had enough. I’m done with all the name-calling. I’m done with all the whining. With the yelling and arguing. I’ve had enough of all the hitting and all the biting and –
Zaffron: But, Mom! I only bit Mgazi one time! You can’t have had enough with all the biting if I only bit her once!
Recommended wine: Did you know that wine may rot your teeth? I guess whites do more damage than reds because of acidity. Riesling is the worst offender. Lucky for me, I think Rieslings suck. So, I’m going to recommend a red today. Something very un-Riesling. I love love love Cloudy Bay’s Pinot Noir. Yum.
I think Zaffy’s going to be a lawyer. Thanks for the wine tip!
Oh my! That would be so awesome. I am constantly finding myself needing free legal advice!
What can one do, kids tend to “fight” and I guess its a good way for them to learn a lot and get to know each other…Sounds harsh but me and my brothers used to fight ALL (more than once, trust me ;)) the time and even though it hurt from time to time (they were much stronger than me!) now I think of it as a type of very weird yet very true love
I used to fight a ton with my sister. We would always hit. One time it looked like she was going to slap the bejesus out of me and I said, you know, you are probably going to grow up and abuse your kids. Really low, I know. She was horrified. But it stopped her cold.
It was a guilty victory.
oh…that must have been tough on her! Don’t worry though, people say things they don’t mean too often is that your younger or older sister?
Younger. Lucky for me she doesn’t read this blog.
Noooooo, I will have to admit I’m not shocked that Riesling is the worst offender since it is like drinking candy, but I’m still disappointed to read it. Thanks for the tip though!
It IS like drinking candy! I never thought it of it that way before, but you are spot on!