Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The Witching Hour

Who has kids who, mysteriously, morph into beasts at a certain hour each day?
For us, the time begins at between 4:30pm and 5:00pm.
It begins with a little giggle that grows and grows!
Eventually the giggle is followed by a very loud,
"STOP IT"!!
The, "STOP IT!!" is then followed by an even LOUDER giggle as the little giggler continues to pester, poke and piss off her sister.
This is maddening.
The little giggler is bound and determined to cause turmoil, stress and aggrivation, interrupting the quietest of evenings and the calmness of the 5 year old.
With each, "STOP IT!!" comes even more naughtiness, and GIGGLES until it gets so bad that the little giggler winds up in time out, crying and losing a sticker for her behavior chart.
NEITHER child is innocent as I've seen the 5 year old, on occasion, provoke the little giggler.... but I often wonder if this is just a sibling thing (having no siblings anywhere CLOSE to my age, I am rather clueless to the dynamics of siblings) or if it's a stage that they'll eventually grow out of?
I have visions in my head of them, at age 22 and 24, sitting in a restaurant poking, kicking and provoking each other into a food fight.....*gasp*! And what about their weddings? Will they poke and prod, kick or pull each other's hair as each one is a brides maid for the other while they walk down the aisle??
I guess I won't REALLY know until many years from now........
According to "Life with Derek" (disney Channel) it appears that these antics will, indeed, continue at least through the high school years........
Lord Help Me............
HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9 comments:

Sharmaine said...

hmmmmmm so know what your talking about!!! Its always after school and ALWAYS happens while I cook dinner!! Little rats they are!

MsGrace said...

Oh that never happens here. My four kids never provoke each other...they are perfect angels....LOL...NOT!!
I think it is the normal testing of boundries between siblings. I know my brothers & I did eventually grow out of it. I rarely poke Adam or Mark anymore & the hair pulling thing has definately stopped...hee hee.

hang in there Gabz!!
hugs,
Laura

Lynn Anne said...

If it weren't for the prolongd giggling, I'd be looking for the hidden cameras, because the sibling-witching-hour definitely hits our place big time lately...this is the first night thye're playing nicely for hours, maybe they're nervous because daddy's not home tonight...daddy recently spent a week in the hospital, so they *might* not believe me that he's just working late and will be home later tonight!

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Loreluca said...

Witching hour is an understatement. Witching DAYS sounds more appropriate. The "funny" thing is, you'd think when they reach their teen years they won't fight with the 6 year old ones... but they DO! Yup, sounds like home alright!
I'm DREADING the next two weeks of school break...
Hang in there! Another 10-12-15 years and we're done *KINDA*

Jana Eubank said...

Wait a second! Are you sure you're not talking about my household! ;) I can completely relate! Hang in there! Apparently one day we'll miss this kind of stuff. (Yeah, right!) ;)

Loved your 7 facts on my blog, BTW. I'm a procrastinator and I love Disney, too! I can't believe you drove cross-country alone! I don't think I'd dare to do that even today!

Morgan said...

Yeah, my bro and I are 2 years apart and we bickered until high school when I moved out! Oh, and we have witching hour with just Ari, seems to be something about that time of day, all he wants to do is get into things he knows he's not supposed to...

Michelle Lanning said...

hehe - I remember those times with my sister

Kim - ScrapToMyLu said...

In case I don't make it back....I wanted to wish you a Merry Chirstmas........Happy Holidays......Happy Kwanza......Happy Everything.

lauren said...

you know, ten years from now, when they go right off after school to jobs or activities or to hang out with friends and/or **boyfriends**...you might just shed a quiet tear for "the witching hour"...mark my words... :) (sorry, that's just the sort of smug & horrible thing we childless types tend to say. we're just jealous, really!)