Look, she spits just like a little brother!
My 3 girls argue, a lot. Sometimes, it's over really dumb stuff, like, I don't know, this one is copying that one, while the other one is always annoying everyone else (guess which one, go ahead, I'll wait) but, having 3 sisters, who argue, about dumb stuff, all the time, can be awfully hard on a guy.
At our house, when push comes to shove, it's the teens vs. the tweens and, well, guess who gets to referee? Go ahead, I'll wait.
"You are such a loser!"
"Well, you are a bigger loser!"
Especially, now that they're older.
It's a never-ending battle of the, yuh-huh's.
See what I mean?
Still, I'm tired; not getting any younger, either (DAMMIT!) and, well, enough is enough, right?
"I MEAN, IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EACH TIME I WISH I HAD A SISTER!!!"
I mean, I don't really remember the last time I really "talked" to my kids, without hollering, first.
Honestly, I'm getting really tired of reminding my kids how I don't see my twin brother as often as I'd like and just how lucky they are to, you know, have each other to argue with, since no one ever seems to want to listen to me.
"Mom, what ARE you talking about?"
"Why would you call your sister a loser, like that?"
"Catch a grip, Mom; I'm just congratulating Heather for losing all that extra weight she picked up since her surgery."
"Well, I bet you can't spit as far as Hopey can!"
Okay, so I may not be the quietest, most smartest mother in the world.
But, I'm certainly not the dumbest. Guess who won? Go ahead, I'll wait!
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