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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Fist to Cuffs


It comes to this practically on an hourly basis between #1 & #2 at Casa de Dummies.

It usually starts by #2 making some ridiculous request during the course of their regular play, like, "Hey Bruer, gimme all the guys and you can watch me pway."

Obviously, Bruer declines.

This immediately pisses #2 off and he retaliates by making some outlandish statement, like, "I hates you, Bruer!"

Bruer then states that he will no longer be engaging in active play with #2. Which is more than #2 can bear. He resorts to the only thing he thinks will get him results: violence.

It then takes a turn for the worse. #1 ducks an errant punch and tries to flee. #2 kicks #1 in the butt. #1 turns on #2 and scratches his neck. #2 flies into a rage and pinches #1's face (Really? His face? Who pinches on the face?). #1 can take no more and gives #2 a full blown man slap. #3, in a desperate attempt to not be upstaged by the band of fools he calls brothers, hits both of them with the digital drumsticks, ker chack! Now that it has gone too far they all come running, screaming, and tattling to me.

This, friends, is a daily occurrence.

It begins the moment the door closes on our return from the bus stop.

#2 has been eagerly awaiting #1's return. So eager, in fact, that he immediately begins trying to enage #1 in some form of interaction; any sort of interaction, positive or negative, anything will do.

#1, understandably, is exhausted from a long day at school and simply wants to be alone. He does not want to be engaged in any interaction with #2; not any sort of interaction, positive or negative, he'll pass on both.

So, you see, we have quite a dilemma.

I'm at a loss about what to do with this situation. I understand that #1 needs alone time, but I sympathize with the fact that #2 has been missing him all day as well.

#1's short temper and #2's impatience combine to create the war zone in which I live.

Needless to say, I happily await days like today. Rare moments when they are playing amicably together like two brothers in love. They are sharing, they are talking, and they are smiling and having fun, while #3 climbs around on their backs acts like his a member of the team.

And, I am happy as well to sit here and blog my day away. Or get some laundry folded. Or make lunch without having to break up a fight, negotiate a fair trade, or counsel a sore loser.

I live for moments just like this one.

And...it's over.

9 comments:

April said...

I'm visiting from SITS...you have an adorable family! Enjoy your day!

Kathy B! said...

You definitely have to grab those moments and savor them. I think I can count on one hand the number of times that's happened in my world in the last month.

Scary Mommy said...

The moments are so fleeting, aren't they?! Your kids are absolutely GORGEOUS!!

badmommymoments said...

You so deserve moments like that. (If the factory wasn't already burned down I'd suggest some cold water because those are the moments that make another child seem like a fun idea!)

Mama Kat said...

Isn't the fighting ridiculous!?! None of mine are in school yet, so I suppose that's what I have to look forward to next. Yay. Thank you for the glimpse into my future!!

Rebecca Anne said...

I knew there was a reason I had two girls (smile) No really, thats just how I picture little boys and can't imagine it any other way. Of course, I admire the Moms of boys because you always seem so patient and understanding of a boys need to rough and tumble and be physical. I enjoyed reading this and I'm glad I followed you over from our twittermoms discussion~
Have a beautiful day,
Rebecca

Shelli (wishes she was) Mrs. Burchett;) said...

And then they become teenagers and rip hair from one another's heads...ugh

Jenny Penny said...

Ergo, Nerf. Own any Nerf bats? That company's bread and butter is the war zone you describe...

The Mother said...

I gotta tell you, mine are 21 through 13. And they still fight like cats and dogs. We've tried the Nerf stuff (all that means is that the hits are harmless, not less annoying) and punching bags (completely ignored) and sending them all to their rooms FOR LIFE.

And at 21, 17, 15, and 13, they STILL fight like cats and dogs.

But now I can go hide in my room and ignore them.

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