Getting four children up and out by 6:45 am can sometimes be a challenge. I am so fortunate that for the most part they get along, but every once in awhile....
So last week, Caroline was having a particularly difficult morning. Who knows why--she's 12 for crying out loud--but she was running late, couldn't find anything that should have been found the night before, and was just basically irritated at anyone and everyone who dared to breathe in her path. We were all standing in the kitchen waiting for Caroline to get her shoes on while she continued to huff and puff, and here was the conversation--
Christopher: "Caroline, I sure hope you're about to get your period because you're being a bitch."
I think to myself--I don't think as a responsible parent (not to mention an ordained parent) that I should allow him to call her a bitch. So I say, "Christopher, you cannot call your sister a bitch, and Caroline you cannot act like a bitch." Whew, I think, now if they can just leave before anymore drama unfolds, but instead this is what I get.
SK, "well I do have mine and if ya'll don't all get in the car in 30 seconds, I'm going to be a bitch."
And so ended our morning.
