I grew up as an only child. My friends took the place of the siblings I didnt have growing up. So I sometimes have a hard time understanding how my kids can love each other one minute and fight like crazy people one second later. How can one blue pencil cause screaming and tears, when there are literally 40 other pencils in their school supply cabinet?
How does a discussion about what TV show to watch turn into one kid stomping upstairs and slamming her door ( Ummm…excuse me? Unless you pay the mortgage…you have NO door slamming privileges). By the way, there’s a TV upstairs too.
I’ve been told time and again that this is normal. But sometimes I wonder if I’m doing something wrong. Some days I try to find the lesson in every situation and talk to them about the importance of love and respect for each other. To which I receive the blank stare. Ugh… other times I just want to lock them in their rooms until they’re old enough to move out.
Is that wrong???
I know I can’t be the only one to sometimes feel like I’m the rope in a game of tug of war; the cheese in the middle of a sandwich or…I don’t know…someone stuck in the middle of EVERY conflict that happens in our home ALL THE TIME.
Fights between the kids end in “MOMMY!”
Arguments between Daddy and the girls become “Did you see what your daughter did?” and “MOMMY!”
Conflicts between grandparents and the kids…”Your child doesn’t listen!” and “MOMMY!”
Many times before anyone would think to ask how you’re doing.
I’m thinking the person that invented the concept of cloning felt sorry for their mother.
One of the teachers at Baby girl’s daycare laughed at me today when I complained about the fighting that went on this morning between my 2 lovely tyrants. She laughed even harder when I explained that I was an only child.
I obviously don’t get the whole sibling rivalry thing. I do have half-sisters but we didn’t grow up together so all of this heated competition; struggle for attention and determination to be better than the other is all foreign to me.
So when I see Diva girl and Baby girl fighting over a pencil when there are 10 other pencils in the pencil case or when they are screaming at each other over who should sit on the left side of the couch when there is also the middle and the right side of the couch not to mention the loveseat…I am completely baffled.
I’m learning to let them work things out, but sometimes I just want to send them both to their rooms so I can have a few moments of peace.
The funny thing is, they fight like crazy but if I try to separate them for too long then I end up being the bad guy because they want to be with each other.
I guess being six and three means they’re still too young to move out?