It's Just a Dumb Hot Wheels Car...

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It really is amazing at how peaceful the house is when my son is at school. I'm not saying that all of the fighting is his fault, just that when he and his sister are not together they don't have the opportunity to make me want to lock myself in a closet until my husband gets home from work. The baby is just a non-issue in the whole equation as all she does right now is eat and sleep, though I know that will change quicker than I want and she'll be fighting with her sister.

I always knew that when I had kids that they would eventually fight with each other- in my experience most siblings fight at least some of the time. What I wasn't prepared for was the ridiculousness of what my kids fight over. Screaming and hitting each other over a red Hot Wheels car is just dumb but what really pushes my patience level over the edge is that we own dozens of red Hot Wheels cars. What is it that makes that particular car a reason to start world war three? My hypothesis on squabbles like this is that the kids enjoy pissing each other off, the kids enjoy pissing me off or they like doing both.

Everyone always tells me that someday the kids will stop all of the fighting and will be friends with each other- I believe this but it doesn't make it any easier to deal with the little boogers now. Maybe I'll just let them beat the crap out of each other so that they realize that the fighting is not pissing me off and that fighting only results in injuries to themselves- that may take the novelty out of it. Maybe, but probably not because I feel like karma is getting me back for being mean to my mom as a teenager.

Kids plus Grocery Shopping equals Nervous Breakdown

Am I the only mom who gets pissed off at my kids? Well not so much the younger one because she is too little to grasp the "I should always listen to mommy" concept. But my son- yikes!

I took them to Stop and Shop this morning and I felt like that mom- you know the one, she has kids that she can't control and is snapping at them throughout the whole store. My daughter wanted to walk instead of sitting in the car part of the carriage which was hard for me to manage but I was doing pretty well until my son decided that he was going to disregard everything I told him to do. I can handle a 20 month old trying to assert her independence just as well as any other mom but throw in a 40 lb three year old not listening and then I have problems.

I scanned a lunchable (my store has cool hand scanners you use while you shop) for my son pre-freak out and there was just no way I was going to be able to make it back to the cooler section to put it back so alas, we bought it. He did not have it for lunch though- I made sure to let him know it was in the fridge and he was not going to be eating it anytime soon. If I'm feeling really mean I may just eat the darn thing in front of him the next time he decides the universe revolves around him.

I will not be taking both children to the store anytime soon. If it comes down to it and we have nothing to eat I would rather go outside and hunt squirrels with a sharpened stick.