Alyssa is making friends with some of the kids in the neighborhood, including two little girls, M1 and M2 (both of their names begin with M…). M1 is five or six, and M2 is six or seven. Since Alyssa is almost six, and quite independent and mature for her age, she fits right in with them. Ryan tags along, and generally they’re friendly to him and welcoming. However, daily battles have been ensuing over our swing set. Four kids + three swings = conflict. Repeated conflict. Conflict that is accompanied by tears, whining, and shrieking. I have repeatedly warned Alyssa that she, M1 and M2 must share the swings with Ryan, as it isn’t fair for the three of them to swing continuously and leave Ryan with nothing to do but ride the seesaw or glider. Alyssa has been taking turns with him fairly well, but since M1 and M2 haven’t, she tends to not want to share, either.
Today I had it. After Ryan came in crying and snotting for what must have been the fifth time, I went out there and yelled at all three of them. M2 flounced off, and M1 followed her, and Alyssa followed them. Whatever. Ryan was more than happy to have swings at his disposal once again, and I was happy to have a break from playing referee with the Brat Brigade. My upset-child radar detector definitely needed a rest. I was trying to research baby shower themes and write some interesting articles on them at the time, so yes, the constant interruptions were more than just a little annoying.
P.S. If I wasn’t feeling nice tonight, I would have labeled this post The Bitch Brigade, because when these three girls get together… ugh… total drama and flouncing, and yes, I’m going to go there, BITCHINESS.
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
