I remember when I was little I used to fight like cats and dogs with my oldest sister, thank goodness we finally learned how to get along with each other, but my poor mother had to clinch her teeth through at least, what? Probably about twelve years of fighting for it to actually happen. Of course that is a guesstimate, 'cause my oldest sister is six years older than me I don't don't even remember when we started fighting.
I just know I have memories of throwing grape juice on her nice clean white shirt (we both got grounded that time), and taking off on an uberlong bike ride to a friends house when she wouldn't drive me, mostly just to piss her off and prove that I would do it when she (keep in mind she was a teenager at the time) told me that if I wanted to go to my friends house so bad that I should "ride my bike". It was probably at least a six mile bike ride and I was only in the fourth grade at the time. I knew I could probably get into big trouble for it, but I also knew it was more likely that she would get into big trouble for it. Wasn't I a sweet little sister!? Best EVER I tell you!
Anyways, I point these things out mostly to say that I fully deserve what I got. And that is three children who bicker. A LOT. And when they aren't bickering it's rare... but it actually looks something like this :
And I count my lucky stars when that happens, cause I know it probably won't last long. It serves it's purpose though, and that is to remind me that there is always hope that the bickering may someday come to an end. It may take twelve years, mind you. But it WILL end.... eventually. :)Boy I love them in spite of it though.
