The smart girls have been incredibly obnoxious lately. Or they’ve been their regular selves but I’ve just been more sensitive to it these days.
“Mo-o-om! She’s giving me angry faces…”
“Mom! She hurt/kicked/scratched/touched me”
“Mom! She won’t play with me”
“Mom! She won’t leave me alone.”
“Mom! They keep messing up my room”
“Mom! Can I have a stick of gum/piece of candy/freeze pop?”
“Mom! I dropped my gum on the floor. Can I have another?”
“Mom, can we do ____________ this summer?”
“Mom, do you know where my ______________ is?”
“Mom, can I watch TV/play video games/play computer games?”
“Mom! I have a growing pain/my head hurts/I got hurt”
“Mom! She took my chair/spot on the couch.”
“Mom! I was still using that and she took it”
“Mom – I’m done!” (no less than 4 poopie heinie wipes a day).
“Aaahhh!” (A short, shrill shriek – no less than 8 times a day)
Non-stop prattle almost ALL. DAY. LONG.
We can NOT go a meal without dawdling/jumping up and down from the table/whining about who sits where.
Gnashing of teeth.
Snapping every 32 minutes.
Please make it stop!
So much for my attempts at being the epitome of tranquility amidst the storms.
(okay maybe not, but it sure feels that way).