The kids will not stop interrupting us and it is about to drive Tucker and me absolutely crazy. Like running around the apartment and pulling our hair out by the roots crazy. HALP!
It took Tucker at least 30 minutes to tell me a ten minute story because Cara and Ollie wouldn’t stop butting in. They know to say “Excuse me.” when they have something to say but, if you have kids, you know that just means that they repeat, “Excuse me!” until you shut your own mouth so they can talk.
So they interrupt with “Excuse me.” which is still interrupting but they’re using the right words so they think it’s OK and we’ve officially given them a loophole. A loophole they use to punish us. Because they hate us.
I couldn’t figure out who I felt more sorry for: Tucker or the kids. Tucker lost his temper and started hollering at the kids and I wasn’t innocent in that either cause after a while…damn. And it’s either banish them to their rooms and hear them cry and know it’s all pointless since they don’t want to be without the other or let them be in the same room and listen to them fight. And, before you suggest it, we’ve broken up the fights and then tried the alternate plan of leaving them to sort it out themselves and punches get thrown and THEY TRY TO KILL EACH OTHER!
At least that’s what it seems like…
It just gets SO OLD what with the repetitive instruction to leave each other alone and telling them to stay out of each other’s rooms and telling Ollie not to touch Cara’s doll house and telling Ollie to stay out of Cara’s room and telling Cara to stop screaming at Tucker or me about Ollie doing something and telling Cara to not interrupt and telling Ollie to take deep breaths and stop grinding his teeth and telling Cara to stop slapping her brother and dealing with the screaming and crying and getting frustrated that they won’t leave each other alone and they won’t leave us alone and are you tired yet?
Cause I’m tired.
We are very much looking forward to that backyard.
You. Have. No. Idea.