Well, it has been awhile, but we all knew it was bound to happen at some point.
A war broke out again in this house.
I thought for sure that after the last one ended peace would endure. Everyone, got what they wanted. The boys were allowed to stay up a little later and have more lenience, and I got a little more peace and quiet and less chaotic shenanigans that ended up in tears. It was a win for everyone as long as we all followed the rules we set for each other.
But, like the hooligans they are, my brats are habitual line steppers.
For the last few weeks the toys haven't been being put away, our nap time schedule hasn't been adhered to, sharing has become a thing of the past, and the degradation of all this has culminated into the war that broke out this morning after Mama Bear left for work.
What flint struck the steel to spark it?
I made the mistake of asking the Pizzmeister to pick up some of his toys he stopped playing with an hour before. Of course, his answer was an immediate, "No!"
So, I told him he'd either pick them up or I would toss them in the trash.
That did it!
His response was an immediate full scale attack.
I turned around to get another cup of coffee, I heard the unmistakable sound of a toddler war cry, I turned to see what was going on, and the Pizzmeister pounced on me, engaging in a tickle campaign.
Well, I wasn't going to take this lying down, so I immediately launched a counter strike of tickles, which resulted in the pleasant screeches and squeals only little ones can produce.
Little did I know that Two-zy, upon hearing the obvious sounds of tickle battle, decided to drive his pedal car into the mix, knocking me to the ground with the Pizzmeister landing on top of me. Before I could regain my footing, however, I felt the full force of a 1 and a half year old's dive bomb.
That changed everything!
The battle instantly and seamlessly shifted from a tickle battle into a full out "Jump on Daddy while he's Down!" battle.
The odds were in there favor.
What was I going to do? Jump on them back?!
No, I had no choice, but to wait it out until there was a lull in the action and then make my escape.
Aaahhh Pudding! The quintessential peace offering.