My girls started early this morning with the sister fights. By this evening they could have had their own Real Housewives of New York show. I’m trying to be the neutral, noncommittal camera man. Not that I’m filming any of it. This is not something I want to watch again in the future. I’m just trying to stay out of it, no matter how many times they come to me trying to gain my sympathy.
“Would you pray that Clementine is nicer to me tomorrow,” was the bedtime plea that started it all up again because Clementine overheard that comment and was not pleased to be prayed for.
It’s hard to be a sister. I remember. My sister and I had monumental fights over simple things like unloading the dishwasher. It’s probably why she moved over an hour away when she grew up.
Speaking of my sister, she visited today and she had to put my kids in time out. For splashing her at the pool. What did she expect? Both things made me smile. Them splashing her, her putting them in time out.
That’s my aunt’s huge dog. Tess was giving him a kiss. This was still the weekend, when things were happy and light.
During Monday’s school work, you’ll find me pulling my hair out. My son holds his pencil wrong. Oh, why does kindergarten have to be so torturous? If I were to send my kids to real school just one year it would be the year they learn to read and write. My insides crawl when I have to listen to him sound out the words in Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons. They could have left out the easy part in the title. It would have been more believable.
During read aloud time he bounces off the couch and taps things annoyingly on the table until I scream.
Making him hold his pencil correctly causes spasms and fits. I have this neat little guide that helps kids hold their pencils right. He hates using it.
(Fits not pictured.)
But it does work.
If only Mario Kart Wii taught him reading and writing, what a beautiful world it would be.
Help me Lord, I have one more child to teach reading and writing.
