A serene day at home

Another day of sloth, I get it. The Bob that is a Sponge is entertaining. So I caved. We have a short list of 'must sees' left to do and have been running for a good month straight. So, sure, sit back lets put our feet up and hang out.

Not. How. It. Went.

From the start both were in there underpants surrounded by their stuffed animals zombied to the point of drool. I fed them thinking that might get them off the couch.

It did- just with the volume turned up so they could hear the show from the other room. I made them get dressed during a commercial break. Oh the inhumanity! You would have thought I had asked for them to travel to Greece to slay and retrieve the head of Medusa. I felt like I had after getting them in pants.

It's a damn shame that it's not socially acceptable to drink Guiness in the morning as it might have made the day tolerable. From that point I picked up my book and tried ignoring them for a bit.

I'm not proud to say I let them O.D. on TV. Then on to their leapsters and back. Breaks for sandwiches and drinks.

Around two the TV was turned off and the snipping began:
"you can't be in my club", (a blanket set on the floor) met with
"you can't be any of my sticker girls" and degraded from there. At one point it was pointed out that the others hair was a "disaster" tears fell. I judiciously left the room with my book and tried to hide, thinking maybe they could work it out themselves. (Stop, I can hear you laughing from here.)

Unfortunately, I had one chapter left; shortly finished it and was forced to come back and actually parent before they drew blood.

Here's my confession. I was raised with boys. If insults were exchanged couple of WWF type moves or a slap upside the head and one left the room. The end.

Girls, wow, my girls can go on and on.. snarky, snarling about the others insecurities -real or imagined. Part of me wants to use the "both of you come here" and knock their craniums together with a satisfying 'thump'. The other part wants them just to freaking get along without me wearing a striped jersey and a whistle. Are eight and six too young for boarding school?

Not sure I've mentioned that the rooms have long windows from the upstairs bedrooms so you can hear everything from the down stairs. It's like even when they're out of view, we can still hear them. (I'm pretty sure it's the basis for M. Night Shyamalan's next flick.)

Love my kids but they're exhausting me. Being around them 24/7 for the past month is taking it's toll. We've hiked, we seen the sights, we've crafted and stickered. Pretty sure they're tired of me too.

Was thrilled when Dennis walked through the door. Pretty sure I was cheering loudest.

Hopefully, tomorrow, looking at another day of the same they might choose to get out into the sunshine -honestly they'll have no choice, I'm out of books.