This weekend was beautiful. Gorgeous weather, blues skies, sunshine and all the happiness that is spring. But we were in the house, Bear and I were the jail keepers. Every single one of the girls was in trouble at one point over the weekend. It started on Friday with The Mother Hen. She was late coming home, by over an hour. The Tyrant was being sassy, in a bad way. And The Show was retaliating to the sass.
I felt like all weekend long, I was stopping a fight or backing up Bear when he was doling out punishments. I almost felt like a toddler that only can say the word “no.” I can’t help but wonder if something was in the water… Because, while they have their sibling rivalry and other issues, they haven’t been this misbehaved before. Bear, of course, took this all in stride. He never even looked flustered. (I am not sure how he does it… and I am more than a little jealous!)
Saturday morning, I was relating the story of how The Mother Hen got in trouble to my mother. She laughed, hard. “I remember those days… Sounds like your brother,” she said. I hope I survive the teenage years so that one day, I can laugh about this too.