I'll be the first to admit I have it good. The 8-year age gap leads to two kids who live in very different worlds, and thus don't have much to fight about.
BUT WHEN THEY DO ...
Ugh.
Every Tuesday is about the same. The girls both have gymnastics classes, so we end up eating dinner on the run. Normally that means fast food before class, but lately I've been throwing snacks at them and then feeding them after class. It's been working to take some of the hectic out of our evening, so HOORAY! This week they couldn't agree on what they wanted for dinner, so I ended up getting them separate dinners.
Mila got hotcakes from McDonald's while Alexis was tumbling. We then picked up Panera for Alexis on the way home. Which, have you ever wondered who the heck orders broccoli and cheese soup in the middle of the summer? ALEXIS, THAT'S WHO. She doesn't care that it was 90 degrees outside and that she just finished an hour running and jumping in a place that doesn't have air conditioning. She likes hot soup no matter the weather.
For her part, Mila picked the hotcakes thing. She had all the choices in the world and the one thing she was absolutely certain about was that she did not want Panera. No way. No how. FORGET IT, MOM. So we grabbed the soup for Alexis on the way home and then ...
Then the girls then spent the next 20 minutes fighting over the damn broccoli soup.
Mila wanted to eat it because she was still hungry. SURPRISE! Who would have guessed that the kid who ate every speck of butter but only a few bites of pancake would still be hungry? But Alexis didn't want to share her soup because she was also hungry, what with it being her first chance at dinner and all.
Basically, I had kids in the back seat of a car yelling back and forth.
"I WANT THE BROCK-LEEEEE!"
"NO, IT'S MINE."
"BUT I WANT THE BROCK-LEEEE!"
"I'M NOT SHARING THE BROCCOLI!"
They went on and on and back and forth and WHO THE HELL ARGUES ABOUT BROCCOLI SOUP ON A 90 DEGREE DAY? ::headdesk::
To make matters better, at one point Shawn Mendes cut into the conversation. As his voice came across the radio, he quietly said, "Help me," to which I wanted to reply, "Child, you have no idea how bad things can get. Come at me when you've survived two kids fighting over broccoli soup."
