I was awakened by shrill arguing this morning as 3 little girls came tumbling through the door; My day had started.
"She spit in my shoe!"
"Not me!" "Not me!"
"I'm not lying, I didn't do it."
"It wasn't me, I didn't spit, that's nasty!"
Since I was the only other animal with spitting capabilities in the house, it must have been me. I'm having black-outs and spitting in kid's flip-flops now.
"She's hogging all the colors."
"He won't let me use the colored pencils."
"I want that color, give it here."
"She won't leave me alone!"
"He's bothering me."
They wanted me to print them some coloring pages so I spent 20 minutes or so searching and then printing a page for each to color. Within 15 minutes the argument above started so I grabbed the pages and threw them in the trash. Then I made them put up the 1,199 crayons and colored pencils they had strew around.
"She's staring at me!"
"Make her stop looking at me!"
"How do you know she's staring and looking at you, are you looking at her?"
"Holy SHIT! Stop looking at her and you won't be able to see her staring at you!"
THAT conversation occurs every time we are in the truck going somewhere.
"Can we play cards?"
"Can you play without fighting and bickering?"
2 minutes later (I swear, they hadn't finished dealing out the cards yet!)
"She didn't let me have my turn."
"That's not fair!!"
"You haven't even started playing yet!! PUT THE CARDS AWAY!! GO OUTSIDE AND DUKE IT OUT!! DON'T COME BACK IN UNTIL ONE OF YOU IS BLEEDING! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!"