Morning Hell

My sister and I fought like cats and dogs when we were kids, but my brother and I never fought. I chalked that up to there only being two years between my sister and me and nine years between my brother and me. With that in mind, when we had Baby Girl, I figured the kids wouldn’t fight much, since Little Man would be almost 6.5 years older.

I was wrong about that.

Rarely does a day pass where they don’t fight about something. And on the days they don’t fight, it’s usually because one has stayed over with a grandparent or is too sick to fight. It drives me crazy.

Mornings are the worst. I can’t even comb my hair or brush my teeth without hearing screams coming from the kitchen, where the children are supposed to be eating their breakfast. If I only had to drop off Little Man, I wouldn’t have to get dressed, since I can let him out at the curb. I have to walk Baby Girl in, though, so looking like an extra from The Walking Dead isn’t an option. It only takes a few minutes to throw on some clothes, brush my teeth, and run a brush through my hair, so you’d think that the kids could keep their shit together and not fight. Since fighting comes as naturally as breathing, however, that doesn’t happen.

I warn them before I dash to the bedroom to get dressed. No fighting. I even tell Little Man that if Baby Girl tries to start something with him–she’s often the instigator–to not engage her. All they have to do is sit there and eat their breakfast. That’s it. Shoveling food in your mouth without wanting to kill your sibling should be easy, but it’s not, as sometimes not even a full minute passes before I hear the screams.

Jesus, y’all.

Sometimes I ignore it for a few moments and wait to see if they’ll solve the problem themselves without me stomping in there. Since that’s as likely as me making it through the day without tripping over something, that rarely doesn’t happen. I have to stomp back in there, put my hands on my hips, and speak in my Mom Voice to let them know I mean business and to stop the crap.

This morning, when the screams started, I went in to see what was going on. Little Man told me that Baby Girl tried to hit him with a bottle of honey. Baby Girl said that she tried to hit Little Man with the bottle of honey after he threw it at her. Little Man claimed he did not throw the honey at her and had no idea how the honey he was using made its way across the table into her hands. It must be magic.

After some scolding them and threatening not to let anyone do anything fun after school if they didn’t stop fighting, I started to make my way back to the bathroom when I heard Baby Girl say this:

I’m gonna annoy you now.

We weren’t late, but it was close.

What does your typical morning look like? 


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Author: Erika

I’m a SAHM to two kids. When I’m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

25 thoughts on “Morning Hell”

  1. I’m chalking it up to personality. I have four, and the oldest two have NEVER gotten along and still do not. The younger two, in turn, played The Hug Game this morning: wherein they ran around the house and stopped to give each other nice hugs.

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  2. Nope, don’t miss those days AT ALL. Even now, though, at 32, 30 and 22, when they are all together there can be some words and they are beyond the scolding stage. Sometimes I cry…makes them feel really bad – LOL

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  3. Being the oldest, I was 5 years older than my youngest sister. I had convinced her she was adopted and she went screaming to my mom. The middle sister I had called an endoplasmic reticulum when I was in the 7th grade. That sent her to pounding on the bathroom door to rat me out to my mother. My mom couldn’t even pronounce it. To be fair, they often tag-teamed me, so I got them back when the getting was good. LOL

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  4. I do not miss being young and living with my sister. Likewise, I’m the youngest, my sister is 2 years older than I am and then we have our older brother. I got along with him so well, on the other hand, my sister, not so much! What is it?! Not sure, different personalities?! I vividly remember arguing with her one day, me getting her upset and then her going in the kitchen and me running for my life! I think we may have been 13 and 15. Horrible! 😂 Now we get along better …. not living together, of course. 🙌🏽 Haha!

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  5. All my kids fought all day and then at night, they loved one another. I dunno. Apparently it’s okay, they’re okay. I don’t have siblings. There are times when I see the way they act with one another and I think I’m glad and times they’re so loving and sweet, I think I’m sad.
    The sets, closest in age, fight/fought the most tho, it’s true.
    My husband threw a full can of air freshener at his sister when we were teens. Moo threw a MLP at Sassy when they were 4&5. Sissy poked Bubba in the eye with a wand when they were 6 & 8. Lots of biting. Bitey kids, had I. Also they’re wrestly, which ends up with someone getting hurt. I encourage them to deal with it on their own now, they’re all big and capable of problem-solving. When they were small, I tried to help them love another. It was futile.

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    1. LOL! Kids. One of the times I got in major trouble as a kid was when I (5) took the big glow thing out of my glow work and cracked my sister (3) over the head with it. Granted, she bit me, but oooh the blood. Didn’t do that again. My husband told me about his brothers shooting each other out of trees with BB guns. Fight as they might, heaven forbid anyone else try to start anything with them!

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