E: Mom, G hit me!
G: He hit me first!
E: Whaaaa! She pinched me, and I did nothing.
G: Whaaaa! I hurt my toe! Hold me, hold me, hold me!
Me: G, get out from under my bed! (Santa has presents hidden there.)
G: I'm not under your bed! (a bold-face lie because I can see her rear-end sticking out)
Me: Get out before I spank you. (an obvious choice for punishment since her little booty is a staring me in the face)
G: Whaaaaa!!! Well, I'm calling my daddy.
E: Can we go to Walmart to buy me a toy?
Me: No, Santa is coming this weekend.
E: Whaaaaaaa! I'm calling my daddy. I think he will say "yes."E: Mom, G won't get out from in front of the T.V.!
G: I'm having school for Lonnie and Lathan. (That's her white girl baby doll and her black boy baby doll, respectively.)
E: Whaaaa! She pinched me, knocked over the Christmas tree, and kicked the dog (the latter two are complete fabrications for dramatic effect). I did nothing to her! Whaaaa, whaaa, whaaaa!
G: Whaaaa! Bubba (the poor dog) just ate my cinnamon roll!
Me: Both of you go to your rooms and take a little time out!
G: Mom, daddy wants to talk to you. (That smart little heifer has figured out how to dial his number.)
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| at least they're pretty cute... |
Which leads me to another issue...sleep. Or should I say, lack of sleep. I had those kids sleeping 12 hours a night every night at six months old! Now that they can walk and talk, they up every single night. My son is first. At around midnight, he crawls into my bed. Practically on top of me. We have a queen-size bed, but we only use about 2 square feet of it. Daddy knows the drill, and just sleep walks up to E's room.
Then at around 5 a.m.-ish, in comes G. To lay in my lap. I have E up my butt crack and G up my... Well, you know. Needless to say, I'm up. It's Christmas vacation, and I have to get up at 5:30 a.m. Oh, G goes right back to sleep. No problem there. And I could easily go back to sleep as well. E, however, is a light sleeper who is stirred by his sister. He tries to stay asleep but only ends up tossing and turning. Into my back. Keeping me from a restful slumber.
I told Mr. OCD this afternoon that he better have a big chunk of money in the bank because this week is going to cost him. Since the only time they aren't fighting is when we are "out," I've got an outing planned for every day of our vacation. Today, I took them to the movies. Tomorrow, Paint a Piece. Wednesday, the Children's Museum. Thursday, Story Time at the library. Friday, ice skating at the zoo. Daddy time, Saturday and Sunday.
Rinse, lather, repeat! I'm ready to go back to work so I can get some rest!
