It is quarter-after-seven and I am exhausted.
My children usually get along so well. It’s cute. And weird. But mostly cute.
Preschooler would beg Toddler to play with her, and so long as “play with her” meant Toddler following Preschooler around while Preschooler issued orders, every one was happy.
Toddler would instigate wrestling matches with her sister, who happily complied.
The girls have been sharing a bedroom for the past six months, and both had grown so comfortable that one would not go to sleep unless the other was sleeping there too.
But today? Today was full of:
SHE’S TOUCHING ME!!!!
From both kids. All. Day. Long.
Every toy that one child played with, the other child immediately wanted. Preschooler wanted nothing to do with Toddler, who felt entitled to impose herself on whatever Preschooler was trying to do. Distractions didn’t work. Turn-taking didn’t work. Time-outs didn’t work.
There was nothing I could do today that would make my children get along. They just didn’t want to.
And I know, this is normal. This is normal.
But so is my headache.