Us Vs. Them

The boys have declared War on our sovereignty. It has been building for a while. I could sense an impending struggle for power the minute Brady was born. I knew the day would come when they would join forces and rebel against us. I just thought it would be when they were older. Waaaaay older.

The supper table has become our main battle front. It's not that they are picky eaters, or light eaters. They are just giggly eaters. All it takes is one look from one of them and all HELL breaks loose. Jake starts doing everything he can to make Brady puke from laughter. Then Brady will lose his mind and suddenly our nice family meal, is.....Over. Gone. Ashes to ashes, crust to crust. It's all we can do to keep our parental facade up instead of joining in on the insanity.

Then there's the boy's rooms. I cringe every time a door slams. They think it's hilarious to slam their bedroom doors. Why? Because it's loud and easy to do I guess. I bought a door stop, but that is easily defeated by little-boy ingenuity. "Hmmm...I like how you put that under the door Daddy. Almost as much as I like taking it out". I've already had to re-hang Jake's door. The constant slamming and sheer force ripped the screws out of the wood. Fantastic.

Maybe we will win this uprising, but I don't see it happening anytime soon. These two boys have a good plan, and we have.....a headache.