The problem is that it has become self perpetuating, they yell/ hit/ throw stuff and I, in return, display all the properties of a rocket preparing to enter outer space, while they look a little stunned / dissolve into tears and then, I feel guilty and indulge them with yet more TV time or a cookie or a cup of tea... which then begins the cycle of violence all over again, because for whatever reason, they are totally unsatisfied with their unrighteous gains so on and so on!
I just had a revelation!! They are congenitally incapable of coexisting genially while there is a mother in the room.. but, for the most part, they are fine when I am elsewhere! Thats it! I am off to the Caribbean for a week, Spring break is here, I am sure they will be fine without me...
For your comments today, I humbly ask for your best parenty advice on keeping the peace between a 3 & 5 year old who could both go 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and come out on top!! Failing that, entertain me with tales of your little dears and their pitched battles!!
