|Spurring on a fight or tying shoes?|
Before 7:15 this morning, one child had a melt down because I told him to put a
|Too busy messing around in the garage to grab his backpack.|
shirt on, one got hit in the head with a backpack, and one fought with me to get out the door because he had better things to do...like play with his toys.
Bickering is as common in the morning as brushing your teeth, around here. How do you stop it? I laughed at myself when I grasped for a solution as my boys began to argue at breakfast, “Pretend you are only-children for a minute.” A nice but slightly disturbed way of saying, “Be quiet!”
If only we could install cubicles on our kitchen island...Does out of sight out of mind really work on brothers who can't resist tormenting eachother? I doubt it.
Aaaaaah. Now I understand how my poor mother of four must have felt! One morning I'll wake up and they will be all grown up and gone, and I am sure I'll miss these mornings, but for now, it's so much more satisfying to complain about it!