Back to Business

Now that I have most of the things here set up as I want them, I figured I should get back to the business of talking about... me, mostly.
I have spent the day so far today doing my usual routine. Boring.
The boy-o is home from school today with a swollen eye. Self inflicted, I assure you. He rubbed it and rubbed it until it swelled shut last night. Still pretty puffy looking this morning- and I figured the school would have freaked thinking he had pink-eye, so here we are.
The children on the other hand have been having a bang up time of making me nuts. Since I am an only child- I do not understand the dynamics of sibling relationships. I didn't grow up with another child, so I am unable to comprehend the need for constant fighting and bickering, bitching, whining and moaning. Example?
He gets told it is her turn to use the computer, and he begrudgingly obliges giving her control- but closing the web page he was playing on. This, naturally, sends her into a complete fit. After I have convinced him to put the page back- (and he does so with a look of total exasperation on his face, mind you)- He proceeds to go on and do something else, and leave her to her game. Is this good enough? Hell, no!
My darling baby girl feels compelled to get his attention, stick her tongue out at him and taunt him that it is her turn and not his... further more, she "fakes" at leaving the computer to see if he will take the bait and run for another go. Motive? To have something to cry and whine about to me- that he is trying to take her turn.
Whilst this boo-hooing is going on IN my face, he is in the background vehemently defending himself "I WAS NOT!". It makes for quite the ya-ya.
She bitches that he bothers her- but makes damn sure he does it.
He tells her to leave him alone- then bitches to me that she won't play with him.
Try to separate them in opposite rooms or corners and they get upset that they can't "play" together.
The only thing they seem to be unified in is the pursuit of the fight with one another... or perhaps the subconscious desire to drive me to the looney bin between now and when she starts school in the fall.
Maybe they are worried I will be lonely here, and I might look nice in a white room in a nice white straight jacket.
They may be right.