Every morning, my two kids crawl into my bed with me. This used to be very sweet and a wonderful way to start the day.
Until they started fighting over “who got Mommy.” Argh! Enough to drive me back under the covers!
Now it’s bedtime. No one ate her dinner because “it was yucky.” Which meant there was no dessert. Commence the whining.
The food refused at lunchtime because Little Sis didn’t want that is now the object of her desire.
Ten minutes later, we’re at a full-on tantrum.
Meanwhile, Big Sis is now whining because she hasn’t had enough attention from Mommy today. Let’s see…she’s home from school at 4 pm and off to bed at 7:30 pm. Between homework, dinner, and TV…time is up.
Daddy, bless his heart, is putting them to bed. Kicking and screaming.
Forget selling my kids. I’d Freecycle them about now.