Monday, February 22, 2010

Refereeing BITES

Taken with the iPhone by my 5YO - I love this photo so much.


My girls are at the stage where the bickering is common place.

I am losing my mind.

I can't even tell you how much I loathe, loathe with every fiber of my being and then loathe some more the refereeing that I am ordered to do.

It's so pleasant because when they order me to referee it's often accompanied by whining, screaming, ferocity, crying...and all manner of gnashing of teeth.

Sometimes I go in another room and ignore the unpleasant call of MOMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

I wait.

I wonder how long it will take them to stop yelling to tattle for any number of minor infractions against each other. I wonder how long it will then take for them to come find me. Then I wonder ... if I can find another location to sneak to.

When one of them finally finds me - they don't get no... sat-is-faction. (
sing it sistah!)

I tell them to calm down, to speak clearly, and then I ask them...after they've listed a litany of abuse from their sister, what they're going to do about it, and feign indifference.

They leave. And within minutes are buddies again.

That quick reversal is all that's keeping me from a straight jacket, and blowing my brains out with a ref's whistle.

...now I totally, totally understand how obnoxious my siblings and I were as kids... with the "he's touching me, she's touching me...wah, wah, wah" driving our parents completely, utterly, into lunatics.

3 comments:

Mrs. Organic said...

We have had to take the apporach of them sitting in the same room until they work out their differences and tell us their plan, but I still hate the fact that I have to send them in there before I go completely off my rocker.

glittersmama said...

I guess that's one perk of being an only child :/

Stepper the Mighty said...

I love that picture, too.

For the record.