Look, she spits just like a little brother!
My 3 girls argue, a lot. Sometimes, it's over really dumb stuff, like, I don't know, this one is copying that one, while the other one is always annoying everyone else (guess which one, go ahead, I'll wait) but, having 3 sisters, who argue, about dumb stuff, all the time, can be awfully hard on a guy.
Still.
At our house, when push comes to shove, it's the teens vs. the tweens and, well, guess who gets to referee? Go ahead, I'll wait.
NOBODY!
"You are such a loser!"
Not anymore.
"Well, you are a bigger loser!"
Especially, now that they're older.
"Nuh-uh!"
It's a never-ending battle of the, yuh-huh's.
"Yuh-huh!"
See what I mean?
"ENOUGH!"
Still, I'm tired; not getting any younger, either (DAMMIT!) and, well, enough is enough, right?
"I MEAN, IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EACH TIME I WISH I HAD A SISTER!!!"
I mean, I don't really remember the last time I really "talked" to my kids, without hollering, first.
[blank stares]
Honestly, I'm getting really tired of reminding my kids how I don't see my twin brother as often as I'd like and just how lucky they are to, you know, have each other to argue with, since no one ever seems to want to listen to me.
"Mom, what ARE you talking about?"
See?
"Why would you call your sister a loser, like that?"
[blank stares]
"Catch a grip, Mom; I'm just congratulating Heather for losing all that extra weight she picked up since her surgery."
[blank stare]
"Well, I bet you can't spit as far as Hopey can!"
Okay, so I may not be the quietest, most smartest mother in the world.
"Ready…set…go!"
But, I'm certainly not the dumbest. Guess who won? Go ahead, I'll wait!
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42 responses to “Rinse, Spit and Don’t Bother Repeating Yourself, I’ll Wait!”
I mean, I don’t really remember the last time I really “talked” to my kids, without hollering, first.
*raises hand* Me too. *sigh*
I mean, I don’t really remember the last time I really “talked” to my kids, without hollering, first.
*raises hand* Me too. *sigh*
I mean, I don’t really remember the last time I really “talked” to my kids, without hollering, first.
*raises hand* Me too. *sigh*
I mean, I don’t really remember the last time I really “talked” to my kids, without hollering, first.
*raises hand* Me too. *sigh*
I mean, I don’t really remember the last time I really “talked” to my kids, without hollering, first.
*raises hand* Me too. *sigh*
I mean, I don’t really remember the last time I really “talked” to my kids, without hollering, first.
*raises hand* Me too. *sigh*
Sibblings are amazing, aren’t they?
Sibblings are amazing, aren’t they?
Sibblings are amazing, aren’t they?
Sibblings are amazing, aren’t they?
Sibblings are amazing, aren’t they?
Sibblings are amazing, aren’t they?
Gotta love kids, right? 😉 They sound awesome, really, they do!
Gotta love kids, right? 😉 They sound awesome, really, they do!
Gotta love kids, right? 😉 They sound awesome, really, they do!
Gotta love kids, right? 😉 They sound awesome, really, they do!
Gotta love kids, right? 😉 They sound awesome, really, they do!
Gotta love kids, right? 😉 They sound awesome, really, they do!
Wow, that takes me back to when I was a kid. Except it was more like “your hair is straight, it’s proof that you’re adopted” and “I KNOW I’m adopted because there is NO WAY I’m actually related to you by blood!”
Ahhh, the good ol’ days. Our mom left us alone to duke it out ourselves. Now, my sisters are my best friends.
Good luck!
Wow, that takes me back to when I was a kid. Except it was more like “your hair is straight, it’s proof that you’re adopted” and “I KNOW I’m adopted because there is NO WAY I’m actually related to you by blood!”
Ahhh, the good ol’ days. Our mom left us alone to duke it out ourselves. Now, my sisters are my best friends.
Good luck!
Wow, that takes me back to when I was a kid. Except it was more like “your hair is straight, it’s proof that you’re adopted” and “I KNOW I’m adopted because there is NO WAY I’m actually related to you by blood!”
Ahhh, the good ol’ days. Our mom left us alone to duke it out ourselves. Now, my sisters are my best friends.
Good luck!
Wow, that takes me back to when I was a kid. Except it was more like “your hair is straight, it’s proof that you’re adopted” and “I KNOW I’m adopted because there is NO WAY I’m actually related to you by blood!”
Ahhh, the good ol’ days. Our mom left us alone to duke it out ourselves. Now, my sisters are my best friends.
Good luck!
Wow, that takes me back to when I was a kid. Except it was more like “your hair is straight, it’s proof that you’re adopted” and “I KNOW I’m adopted because there is NO WAY I’m actually related to you by blood!”
Ahhh, the good ol’ days. Our mom left us alone to duke it out ourselves. Now, my sisters are my best friends.
Good luck!
Wow, that takes me back to when I was a kid. Except it was more like “your hair is straight, it’s proof that you’re adopted” and “I KNOW I’m adopted because there is NO WAY I’m actually related to you by blood!”
Ahhh, the good ol’ days. Our mom left us alone to duke it out ourselves. Now, my sisters are my best friends.
Good luck!
HA! I am glad I’m not the only one with 4 crazy kids.
Girl I hope you won!
I love the new look. VERY nice.
HA! I am glad I’m not the only one with 4 crazy kids.
Girl I hope you won!
I love the new look. VERY nice.
HA! I am glad I’m not the only one with 4 crazy kids.
Girl I hope you won!
I love the new look. VERY nice.
HA! I am glad I’m not the only one with 4 crazy kids.
Girl I hope you won!
I love the new look. VERY nice.
HA! I am glad I’m not the only one with 4 crazy kids.
Girl I hope you won!
I love the new look. VERY nice.
HA! I am glad I’m not the only one with 4 crazy kids.
Girl I hope you won!
I love the new look. VERY nice.
Kim:
Hey Kim,
Aaaand, would you believe, I tidied up the place ALL BY MYSELF!?!?!? My blog, I mean. The house? Well, you know…
Hugs,
Liz
Kim:
Hey Kim,
Aaaand, would you believe, I tidied up the place ALL BY MYSELF!?!?!? My blog, I mean. The house? Well, you know…
Hugs,
Liz
Kim:
Hey Kim,
Aaaand, would you believe, I tidied up the place ALL BY MYSELF!?!?!? My blog, I mean. The house? Well, you know…
Hugs,
Liz
Kim:
Hey Kim,
Aaaand, would you believe, I tidied up the place ALL BY MYSELF!?!?!? My blog, I mean. The house? Well, you know…
Hugs,
Liz
Kim:
Hey Kim,
Aaaand, would you believe, I tidied up the place ALL BY MYSELF!?!?!? My blog, I mean. The house? Well, you know…
Hugs,
Liz
Kim:
Hey Kim,
Aaaand, would you believe, I tidied up the place ALL BY MYSELF!?!?!? My blog, I mean. The house? Well, you know…
Hugs,
Liz
They’re exhausting. Kids. My kids. Siblings. ugh. And also, my voice boz is always set to “holler”… if it wasn’t they never hear me.
They’re exhausting. Kids. My kids. Siblings. ugh. And also, my voice boz is always set to “holler”… if it wasn’t they never hear me.
They’re exhausting. Kids. My kids. Siblings. ugh. And also, my voice boz is always set to “holler”… if it wasn’t they never hear me.
They’re exhausting. Kids. My kids. Siblings. ugh. And also, my voice boz is always set to “holler”… if it wasn’t they never hear me.
They’re exhausting. Kids. My kids. Siblings. ugh. And also, my voice boz is always set to “holler”… if it wasn’t they never hear me.
They’re exhausting. Kids. My kids. Siblings. ugh. And also, my voice boz is always set to “holler”… if it wasn’t they never hear me.