We're two weeks into summer and I think my brain has melted. You all know I'm the parent who loves to have her kids home. I like not having to rush out of bed, make lunches and yell at my kids to hurry the frig up. So far though, my kids have started doing something they don't normally do; Fight.
It's driving me bananas. There is nothing I enjoy less than hearing them bitch and whine. I'd almost rather they haul off and belt each other. At least then they would get it over with and I would have to listen to them butcher the shit out of the beautiful names I gave them. They're not even fighting about useful things like clothes or what to watch on TV! They're fighting about who's breathing the other's air and who's looking at one funny.
B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
My sister and I used to fight a lot. You'd think I'd be use to it, since I inflcited so much pain upon her, but I'm not cool with this. It really pains me to hear them be so mean to each other. You can tell Meghan hasn't met anyone more disgusting than Alex and for a kid who had bully issues this year, Erin is certainly enjoying acting the bully here. Hormones are circling the area above Kristyn's bed and she's showing signs of moodiness and all the joy that comes with having an almost eleven year old in the house.
Thank God for beer.