At a follow up appointment at the Dentist this morning the receptionist came to ask me if they were both mine. I asked why, and she said that they were getting along so well and playing so nicely she thought maybe they were friends. (Clearly a fellow mom).

Was She Really Talking About My Kids?

At that point I actually considered the fact that maybe there were other children waiting with her in the waiting area as surely she couldn’t be talking about my two!

Maybe it was the hysterical screaming from me in the car the entire five minute drive from home to the dentist rooms where I threatened them to within an inch of their lives that if they embarrassed me at the Dentist I was going to throw away their Stikeez collection, cancel the beach holiday and tell Father Christmas.

Why do I have to turn into a raging screaming lunatic before anyone hears me!?!

I have to say that I am sick to death of their fighting! Everything is a blady competition. Everything!

Sibling Rivalry Joke - Fighting Kids

I’m not going to take one side over the other either, they are both to blame. The constant teasing, snatching, attention seeking, competitive arguing and “me first” is seriously wearing me down and we’re only two weeks into the school holiday with another five to go.


This picture I found on Pinterest is the EXACT reason I rearranged the sofas in the lounge yesterday. They now have to share a two-seater or sit off center from the TV – heaven forbid!

Kids Fighting over the sofa
Their constant bickering is the ONLY reason I am dreading our upcoming Road Trips! Trapped in a car with them for six hours at a time hearing:

  • “Give me that”;
  • “that’s mine”;
  • “mom, she took my toy”;
  • “mommy, she’s touching me”;
  • “mom, she’s looking at me”;
  • “mommy, she’s looking out my window” (I shit you not!);
  • “moooom, she won’t share with me!”

Mom Of The Year

Judge me all you like but yesterday I stopped their fight and offered to get them a stick each ‘so they can do it properly’. They looked at me blankly and then turned back to each other … and carried on fighting!

I’m exhausted and I haven’t even packed yet! I will definitely need to pack some ice cold Savannah’s in the cooler-box to get me there without losing my sh*t!

Please, I’m begging someone to tell me they eventually grow out of it, like in the next month?! Anyone?

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