How can two adorable little beings be so unbearable??
The amount of yelling in this household has exceeded any allowance, in my opinion. Mind you, a good part of the yelling is done by yours truly...but I swear I need to do it just to get heard around here.
I wish headaches and yelling didn't love each other so much. My head really hurts.
So today little Ketchup was reciting something that she'll need to do for the Ash Wednesday presentation tomorrow. Unfortunately, she was doing this at the same time that French Fry was thinking out loud about what to write for her language arts mystery project... the yelling began.
FF: "Why are you talking here when I'm trying to work?"
K: "I'm doing work too!"
FF: "Yeah, well I'm doing something important."
K: "No you're not, I am!!"
French Fry sets back to work, meanwhile Ketchup - to further agitate her sister - proceeds to take noisy slurps out of her now empty glass of water.
This seems to infuriate French Fry and now I'm pulled into the whole thing...I had to yell to get their attention. They were totally enraptured with yelling at each other - a common theme lately.
FF: "Mommy, she's being mean!!!"
Well, I don't have to tell you that it spiralled downhill from there in the "No you are!" snarky retorts and ended with me sending both to their rooms.
The last thing I just heard was from Ketchup: "You're the meanest sister EVER!" and (you guessed it) French Fry's response: "No, YOU are!"
Well, the only comfort I have here is that I know by bedtime they'll be hugging each other again and saying how much they love each other. Us women are so complex.
Why can't we all just get along....and be quiet?
I'm going to make dinner now and see how long I can keep them separated - for my own sanity.
