That’s right… I quit!! After 13 years of being addicted to this horrible behavior, I’m finally giving it up. I hope you’ll join me.
Today I decided I would no longer be the go-between-girl for my kids. They fight all the time and they always manage to drag me in the middle. There’s no way for me to win. I can’t appease them both. I can’t see it from both of their views…so I give up. From now on, they have to fight it out themselves, if they kill each other.
Well, that’s all good on paper. No sooner has the words passed my lips did they test me on it. My oldest son sits on the couch, my daughter decides to sit on top of him. He won’t move…neither will she. The rage begins. Before it’s over…long before it’s over, she is screaming like someone is sawing her arms off and shoving them down her throat. She’s begging me to come save her from the clutches of death. My youngest son pleads for them to stop so I don’t have another heart attack. They don’t care. They continue the war.
What was I doing? Singing along while I worked on my manuscript for “On Butterfly Faith”. I was determined not to go end the battle. I didn’t. I did however, go shut the windows so the neighbors didn’t think I was mutilating them and eating them for dinner. Then I went back to my writing.
No one died. The battle ended. My daughter conceded…with a few bruises since she decided to sit ON my son’s feet (in which he was wearing tennis shoes). Normally, I give him a what-for if he even dreams of touching her. I figured this time, someone’s going to give up if it means a good old fashioned “going to Jesus meeting”. The house is quiet and I AM THE CHAMPION!