Of late the girls have really been testing our patience and the boundaries of sisterhood with their niggly arguments and petty grievances. A push and a shove here, and pinch and scratch there followed by tears and bellows of pain that would make you believe they were lying in a pool of blood. None of them are exempt – they re all excellent at hurting one another.
This morning I had had enough of the drama. They all sat in front of me, on the receiving end of a bit of emotional blackmail and a bit of shouting to mix it up. I had them enthralled at my appeals for respect, my plea for each others personal space, my orders for better behaviour. Amy pips up with “I not naughty, I Happy” as if to say What is the problem Mum? It’s all good from my end.
I’m a little hoarse from the experience, but hoping that I have had some impact of the way they act with each other. It is frustrating and depressing to deal with kids conflicts all day long. Most of the time I can cope with the squabbles, but my bucket is full to overflowing at the moment.
I need to go for a long run 🙂