Today was one of those days where I was looking forward to putting the kids in bed. Claire and Katie spent the majority of the late afternoon and early evening fighting. Then the baby spends every waking moment trying to eat whatever little bits of crap she finds on the floor. Monitoring the baby’s obsession in finding and consuming anything in her path has become very labor intensive. If you turn your back, then look again a minute later, she’s likely to be eating a waffle that has been under the stove for the last four years. Then followed by Play-Doh and fossilized scrambled eggs. I was a little tired of all of them by bedtime.
One of the problems with the fighting is that Claire falls for whatever Katie is saying. Katie will just to try to get a reaction. For example, right after being tucked into bed, Claire was talking about her ‘boyfriend’, the guy in 'High School Musical'.
Katie announced, “HE’S MY BOYFRIEND, TOO!”
Then Claire had to scream back, “HE'S NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND, KATIE!”
I took the opportunity to sit down on Claire’s bed and explain the old saying about ‘picking your battles’.
Me- “So, Claire, do you get it? You can’t fight about everything.”
Claire- “Yes I can.”
Then Katie wanted an equal amount of time with me talking to just her. I walked over to her bed and kneeled on the floor to talk to her. Katie still has some trouble staying dry all night and consequently, her bed doesn’t always smell the best. She uses Pull-Ups but the bed was still in need of some Fabreze tonight.
Katie- “Hey! Why aren’t you sitting on my bed like you did on Claire’s?!!”
Me- “Well, Katie, your bed’s a little stinky."
Katie- “You can still sit on it.”
Me- “No, I don’t think so. It’s stinky”
Katie- “Well, I’m laying in stink!”