Butting Heads

During the daily height of rushing Meg to school, I tell the girls "to get coats and Meg's backpack and wait for me at the kitchen door." More often than not, I find them sidetracked and coatless when mere minutes remain to make it up the hill (doesn't matter what time the prep starts, there is always the last minute rush).

Yesterday, when I asked if they were ready I actually found them both at the door waiting for me to grab the keys and go! Huge help!

However, smirks and stifled giggles quickly led me to wonder what plans they'd been making. It took me a minute to realize that both girls had fit themselves into the straps. Paige eagerly explained her desire to go to school too. Maybe she could sneak in like when you take a mouse to school?

They called themselves the "two-headed monster." I snapped quick pictures from front and back. Mug shots of the moment!

I keep flashing back to this visual. Seems to be a pretty realistic take of our current reality. Two opposite personalities always found together. So often seeking each other out. So often each other's playmate. Too often getting on each other's nerves. Too often annoying and literally butting heads.

I hope the constant bickering I am hearing lately is a phase. I hope the day will come quickly when one can tolerate the other's constant singing. I hope that the day will come when one can figure out a better solution than slugging the other. I am tired of the 180 degrees switches - happy sisters playing together a room away one minute to an audible slap and tears the next.

As much as they want to be hooked at the hip, I find myself often finding two SEPARATE backpacks, so to speak, that can be sent into different corners of the ring.