Do you ever fight and argue with someone all day, without them even knowing? What I mean is its just all in your head. If you answered No, then you are thinking I need to be in a nut house because I am crazy. If you answered yes and laughed under your breath, then yeah your crazy too, ( just like me )! There's one thing about if your going to pick a fight with me you better be ready to dish it out, if your going to have any chance of winning. If not, the longer I stew about it the worse your going to get slammed in the end. You see, I will go over every single detail and scenario about it. It’s all day over and over arguing back and forth, all in silence. That way when it is time to finally hash it out I can be calm and collective, (well most of the time) and I will just let you have it.Although, with kids you know most of the time you just don't have this option. You just have to think fast and seize the moment. Most times when this happens I spit out so much so fast that it makes no sense. I get so frustrated; I can't even get their names straight. Spitting out every other name before theirs and too much unneeded information and I just stand their like a blabbering idiot. It’s not as affective either I must say. Take for instance one morning when my girls are doing anything and everything but get ready on time for school. They'll stand in front of the TV half naked apparently trying to put clothes on. (What is so mesmerizing about that box I will never know?) If it wasn't that, then they were chasing the cat or fighting, instead of eating their breakfast. I'm in my room trying to get dressed, while trying to keep Jacob away from the toilet or out from under the bed. (since he refuses to stay in the playpen every morning). Every few minutes one of the girls comes to tell on the other. Meanwhile the clock is ticking and no one is near ready to walk out the door.
Going on ten minutes late... I have hit my breaking point after all my threats have failed and I hear a final whine of fighting. (Madisen to Kailey standing at the door; "don't push me...stop it!")
So... I go off on them, and end with "Now let's go, brush your teeth!”. Here they are looking at me back packs on ready to walk out the door, wondering why I said for them to brush their teeth. What I meant to say was "Now let's go, get in the car!” In a way correcting myself I just say "You know what I meant to say... Just go!”. I’m sure with all that confusion just they forget everything that was previous said, and figure they just better behave cause momma’s crazy.
