Two Kids = Easy Street for Mommy, Right??

When I found out I was pregnant with The Girl, my first thought was Holy Shit! But, after that wore off and the hormone highs started to make me blissfully happy, I was like this is Awesome! (For those of you "How I Met Your Mother Fans", I said Awesome as Barny Stinson would; in a high pitched, drawn out singing voice.) Anywho, I thought, they'll be so close in age that there will come a day when the moons will align, mermaids will dance with princes, and The Boy and Girl will keep eachother occupied so that I won't have to do anything! While there are mermaids on land, apparently Boy and Girl will not keep eachother entertained . It's always something like, "mommy she hit me...", "mommy, she took my toys...", kicking, hitting, pushing, and other various forms of combat that I'm pretty sure are illegal in 30 states. I've repeatedly told them the first rule of fight club, but they still complain. Then there's the "mommy, I'm hungry...", "mommy, wipe my butt...", "mommy, untie me and get me out of the closet!" Seriously, it was a regulation game of hide and go seek, I just used international rules, which The Boy was not fully aware of. In closing, for all of you mommies who are preggers with #2, and think that at some point your children will be the best of friends; who will knit sweaters together, frolic in the flowers, and promote world peace....you're going to be extremely dissapointed.