Today I banned my kids from playing Slug Bug.
The 8 year old punched her 6 year old little big brother in the cheek because he said that she has a crush on Rowley from Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. She denied it and said that he has a crush on some girl from the same movie and thats where the fighting began.
When a crying boy comes to me because he was beat up by a girl, I am literally dumbfounded as what to do. My thoughts say:
- Quit crying, you’re not a girl
- Punch her back and teach your sister that you’re not gonna put up with her crap.
- If he punches her, he’ll throw a wimpy punch (read: sissy slap) and he’ll hurt his hand and she’ll beat him up more.
- Don’t hit your brother. Its not o.k. to hit (even though he annoys her to the point of utter frustration and doesn’t stop until she hits him)
Ultimately, I’m sick and tired of being a referee for an unfair game called sibling rivalry. I read Facebook posts of mothers who are so proud of their mommy life and their kids are perfect little human beings with righteous morals and superb ethics. Daily I read the account of a mother who cries when she has to leave her babies in the morning and all day while she should be working she is online posting about how much she misses her little smoochy-poo.
Makes me want to laugh. Sarcastically.
I mean, I love my babies more than life, and like any good mother I do everything with them in mind and even when I am needing a good ol fashioned girls night out, I stay home because the mommy guilt sets in and I think about how much it sucked when I was a kid to go to a babysitter so my mom could gain sanity. (Sheesh, the selfishness) But I love day care, I love my job I love the half hour that I get to spend with my husband without the bickering of the kids. I love the times when they aren’t anywhere near each other.
The 6 year old said “how are we supposed to play slug bug if we cant hit each other?”
So I banned slug bug.
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