I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it.

Dear past me, when you had this mental image of your sweet girls holding hands and playing dolls together? Yeah…have fun with that. My girls are now 3 1/2 and 2 and some days they do play well together and I look at them fondly and think “we should TOTALLY have a 3rd” (my husband says nay) and then they sprout little horns under their halos and start fighting like Jerry Springer circa 1998.

I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it.

I don’t care who started it, I’m finishing it.

A car ride can go from “Sissy I love you and I’ll always be there for you no matter what” to “STOP IT, stop it, stop it, stop it, STOP LOOKING AT THE TREES OUT OF MY SIDE OF THE WINDOW!

Hugs turn into hair pulling matches before I have time to wipe the smile off my face. Awwwww they’re so sweet…awe man that was just a pile driver. I’m going to start wearing a ref shirt I think. Or Roller Derby gear.


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