How did I end up with two children? I could have sworn that I only gave birth to one. But I must have two since I hear them arguing every day. Every. Day.
"Mommy! He's poking me!"
"She won't stop looking at me!"
"Do I have to separate you two?!"
My favorite part is when I try to get them to stop, and then the "he/she started it" starts. Do I care who started it? No! I can't say that I do! They're arguing about nothing!
I guess I should expect this from the 6 year old, but it's a bit much coming from the 37 year old.
I need to find the happy place.