Mothering Many

What is it about the days where I have less than normal patience that inspires my children to grand feats of adventurous torture? Not of me, but of each other? Yesterday was one such day. I think they all got up on the wrong side of the bed or something. Once I convinced them to stop pounding one another (which thankfully didn’t take long), they began the sniping. And then once the sniping was handled, it became tattling. Did you know that a child with a tale to tell can run faster than a truck accident lawyer can drive his fancy sports car? Yeah.

My personal favorite is the “he said so-and-so”. They get really ill when I look at them and say, “congrats, you just said it, too.” Yeah, I know it’s lame, but sometimes, I get tired, too.