It’s high time for new words and new tactics. I have yelled “Knock It Off” to my kids so many times that they don’t even flinch anymore. Even Smart Border Collie and The Black Dog just flip their tails at me now. I think we are shifting into the “Screeching Orbit.” It actually takes that Mama howler monkey screech to get their attention these days. They are no longer kids fighting, they are imbalanced hormonal tweens going for the jugular.
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| The Darling Duo! |
I am reminded how sweet my kids used to be by the many photos scattered around. Tween kids get along in little spurts. Just when you think there will be peace in the house, another poisonous dart comes whizzing past my head. I was deprived of the special gene that would have allowed me to tune my kids out!! It’s a curse, you hear everything they say, see all that they do, and you wish like hell you could just turn the whole thing
off!
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| Double the relief. |
My life changed when the fertility gods cursed blessed me with two at a time. Double or nothin’, I got the double. My Vegas trips are over, perching on the sofa is a thing of the past, hearing my own thoughts are now forbidden, and eating a peaceful meal is out of the question.
Instead of that life, there’s this life. Talking through the bathroom door is now the norm, riding the hormonal rollercoaster with two wranglers is par for the course, door slammin’, and smart mouthin’ have permanently interrupted my quiet reading time and taking “the kids” out to dinner is a whole new ballgame. LOL.
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