
My kids have to wake up at 7:30 am so we can leave by 8:30 am to get the two oldest to school on time. It shouldnât take an hour to get them ready, but I also have 18-month-old twins and my husband leaves for work at 6:45 am, so itâs just me and five bodies to dress and get into the car every single day. Still, it shouldnât take that long to feed and dress them, since two are old enough to dress themselves, correct?
It does; because my kids are not morning people, and they like to this little thing called argue. They argue about everything. Not with me, but with one another. Itâs kind of hilarious when Iâm in a good mood and weâre not already running late. When we are running late, however, itâs not my favorite. Their arguments, at that point, seem even more absolutely ridiculous than ever. And trust me when I say that what they have to argue about is dumb, dumb, dumb. For being 7 and 4.5, theyâre really annoying sometimes.
Fortunately for me, itâs usually just the mornings that they argue. But theyâre such non-morning people that they come up with the most random, most annoying and most absolutely stupid things to fight with one another about. Theyâre not arguing with me, but theyâre still making me crazy. Parents who think that youâre all alone with the pettiest and most annoying kids; youâre not. This is just a small example of what my kids find to argue about.
She walked past my room!
So, in our house, our kids have no choice but to walk past one anotherâs rooms. They have their own little âwingâ off the family room that has a sliding pocket door that opens up into their hallway. Their bedroom doors line the hallway, as do bathroom doors. Itâs impossible not to walk past someone elseâs room. However, at 8 am, this is the worst thing a sibling can do. Ever.
Stop TALKING!
I mean, listen; Iâm fine with this. But it usually happens that one is talking to me, maybe telling me about what sheâs looking forward to at school or asking me a question about whatever and the other is screaming for her to stop talking. My four-year-old has this opinion that people should not be permitted to speak until about 9 am. Iâm with her, but reality says otherwise.
Charlotte is MY baby!
Charlotte is one half our 18-month-old twins, and the girls are angry that sheâs the only girl. They both want a sister and are angry that we were only able to give them one. They have forgotten that they are also sisters. Theyâre very pretty, thank goodness.
I donât want Carter near me!
Carter is the other half of our twins, and heâs the poor soul who has the terrible luck of being not only the baby of the family, but the only little boy. And the girls hate that. They do not like having a brother (they love him, but they donât like him near them). They like to argue over who he is closer to in the morning and fight about it.
That Elsa is MINE!
Elsa and Elsa look exactly alike because they are the exact same toy. However, our girls will argue, fight and scream over which one is theirs, even though they are identical. Itâs the most annoying thing I have to listen to in the morning.
I want to get into the car first!
I drive a big SUV. There are two doors in the back. They could get in at the same time from opposite sides, take turns or just not freaking care who gets in first since no one is going anywhere until Iâm in the car and I canât leave them home alone, so Iâm waiting on everyone.
I want to pick a song first!
I want to pick the song we listen to first, too, you know. But my kids think that they have the God-given right to control the radio when we are in the car. So this means listening to Addison say, âI want to listen to âShake it Off,â and hearing Ava scream, âNO ADDY! Itâs MY TURN!â and then back and forth for a few minutes before Addison, being the oldest, finally concedes and letâs Ava choose.
âMommy, I want âShake it Offâ.â Are you kidding me?
I want pancakes for breakfast, not you!
For some reason, our kids think that only one child should be allowed to have breakfast and that the other should have to eat something different. I will be making pancakes for Ava when Addison will come into the kitchen, find her seat at the bar and also ask for pancakes. âNO! I want pancakes! Not you!â âAva, I can have pancakes, too, you know,â Addison will say.
Tears. Crying. Screaming. Fits.
âLook, Addison! My pancake looks like a circle,â she says while suddenly giggling. OMG.
Donât LOOK at me!
Our four-year-old; she does not like it when people look at her unless she invites them to stare. If our older daughter looks at her or one of the twins looks at her without her permission, she becomes enraged at times. Itâs the dumbest thing Iâve ever heard in my life, and itâs my daily reality. Sheâs cute, she needs to get used to it.
She put her shoes on before I put mine on and sheâs faster than me! (Crying)
All right, all right; this one is my fault. It turns out that they only way I can get anyone to put their stupid shoes on in a timely fashion is by taunting them and telling them that they canât do it faster than their sister. This prompts a race, a loser and a winner. The winner gloats, the loser cries. There is yelling and screaming all the way to the car.
But, their shoes are on, theyâre getting in the car (arguing over who gets to go first) and we are out the door on time. So really, I choose to put this one in the parenting win category.
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