Early morning migraine I

Early morning migraine

I feel it coming on, I swear I do. This has been an exceptionally rough morning, and it's only, what, 8:30? Gabe was up at 6 and beloved hubster took him out to play soccer, along with Energizer bunny child who never sleeps. (Mackenzie) Good for me, bad for the neighbors. Ah, well.
No, the headache comes from Nikolas and Allegra. I've never met kids in my life who fight.so.@#*$.much!! Well, no, I backtrack. ALL my big kids fight too much. Mackenzie and Allegra think that, since I apparently don't discipline the others quite to their liking, they will dispense what they feel to be appropriate justice. They pinch, they hit, they pull the offender by the arms or hair or whatever they can reach. Then the injured cries out to me - whine, whine. Does it make me a bad mom to say that I can't STAND all this whining? In fact, Gabe was complaining, "Mackenzie won't get out of my roooooooom - and she hit me!!" My response was, apparently, less than nice - "G, could you whine ANY more?" Hubster was shocked. "What happened to the relaxed, patient mother?" Um, it's called The Spring Break of Rain, and too much togetherness.
Nikolas wants to play with Emma, and since Allegra has a friend over, she is determined to undermine all her brother does. To make him look bad, doncha know. Add in one preverbal toddler, whose method of communication is to scream, and you've got a winning day planned here.

Well, apparently they've learned the whining from me.