Some days with kids you have sunshine, cooperation and utter obedience....oh wait that was a dream. Seriously, we don't generally have running battles of willfulness. Occasionally...yes. More so in the last two days...definitely.
I will blame it on weather, my late overtime this week, basketball practise in full swing, 2 days off of school and a sister moving home for a week between apartment moves. It surely could not be my wonderful sons have decided to test their mother at every turn, statement or sneeze.
This morning apparently marked the end of the patient mother (stop laughing!) and thus began the dictatorship of mom. You've probably experienced from your own parent or been that parent. The one who says, "Ok this stops now." No more arguing with the dictator, questioning every move or direction, no more debating if what the dictator says makes sense to the masses. Free will and choices are not known until such time as these behaviors cease (or there is an overthrow of dictator at which time military law, also known as dad, will step in).
I'm really taking a hard look at the 3 males in this household and wondering how on earth they have survived this long. They should never be left to their own devices. Anarchy seems to be their version of a happy home right up until they disagree with one another and then it's civil war. I don't mind questions done in a respectful manner (not megaphone volume) I can even handle the brief argument with a sibling (as long as someone is making sense - yep there isn't a lot of sense in boy arguments, just saying).
The boys have tested the boundaries and found out they are patrolled by a mom who may let them stretch the perimeter but will have a say when enough is enough. Today is enough.
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