Taking turns in the morning

With two kids who are less than 2 years apart, we’ve had to get serious about making “turn taking” a daily part of our lives. They take turns pushing buttons on the elevator, they take turns eating breakfast on the left or right stool at the counter, they take turns picking which exit to take out of our townhouse complex on the way to school, they take turns picking shows, and so on and so on.

They’ve gotten pretty good at the whole turn taking thing. Maybe a little too good. I have begun to notice an alarming pattern in their good/bad behavior.

Ideally, they should both be well behaved little angels at all times, or at least reasonably well behaved midgets, I’d be happy either way. But no, they have learned to take turns.

One misbehaves horrifically throughout the morning routine and the other one gives me hugs and kisses.

“I’m listening really good today, right mommy? Not like my little sister.”

“I love you mommy. I got ready all by myself. My big brother isn’t being very nice, right mommy?”

Maybe it’s not so bad. At least there’s usually one of them preventing me from completely losing it at any given time!


About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home.
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3 Responses to Taking turns in the morning

  1. Lucky you. Mine always misbehave as a pack. I think they’re testing the strength of the infrastructure so that when they find a chink in my armor they can exploit it as efficiently as possible.

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