I'm SURE it's an age thing, right? I mean, they're just trying to assert their independence, right? Test their boundaries? Develop their own identities? Right? RIGHT? RIGHT!?!?!?!?
I just don't know how many more "NO!" and "I DON'T CARE!" and "I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU ANYMORE!" and "I ALREADY DID THAT, MAMA!" and "NO, I DIDN'T!" and "BUT...BUT...BUT..."s I can take.
And yes, I know all of you been-there-done-thats are chuckling quietly (or maybe not so quietly) because, after all, they're only 3 and I've got, what, at least 15 more years of this to look forward to?
But I just wasn't prepared for it to start this early. When it reached the point where I'd say, "DO YOU WANT TO GO INTO TIMEOUT?!?!?" and they began to answer "yes," I knew I was in trouble. But now they've taken to smirking at one another and even outirght making each other laugh WHILE we're in the middle of getting after them for something. THAT!!!! THAT!!!!! THAT IS DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY INSANE!!!!!
And yet, as I'm writing this, I'm suddenly realizing that removing them from the situation (i.e., AWAY from the other) would probably help ease some of my escalating frustration and may even allow me to regain (dare I even whisper it) some control.
The skies open, the clouds part, the light shines down...
Those little turds have been ganging up on me, haven't they?