You know what I said the other day? Hold on, we’ll get to it.
While I know they love each other, my kids bicker. They’re siblings, after all, close in proximity, and they have the little tiffs that most do. This one took that toy. That one got more M&Ms. Why does he always get to go first? She’s in my spot. Life is a constant contest to them, always rigged in another’s favor. So unfair.
Abby and Jedi were sitting together at the computer while I fixed dinner. As most instances happen, they were nice at first. Then Abby didn’t want Jedi sitting next to her anymore. So she tried to kick him off. He screamed at her. She cried. And it escalated.
“Both of you stop it!”, I intervened when it was obvious this wasn’t going to resolve on its own.
“But she started it!”, Jedi countered with Abby still determined to push him off the chair with all her might.
And then, after a few more minutes of this back and forth, I said. Wait for it.
“I don’t care who started it, if you don’t stop it I’m the one who’s going to finish it!”
Yes, I did.
I’m pretty sure this goes up there with the wise yet reluctant sage gem, passed from generation to generation, because I said so. Which I’ve uttered before, too, and most likely will again. Because I’ve now realized that while children despise it, there actually is no better parental excuse. It’s alright, I’m rolling my eyes at myself. I don’t even know who I am anymore.