So, it looks like a simple normal water bottle, right? Well this water bottle has been the source of so much conflict between my kids I lost my head today as they fought over it for the 100000000th time again.Ok, so let me back up. The day started out as normal. Breakfast, Barney, and fresh juice from the juicer (yes, I am diligently trying to wean myself off of my coffee addiction). Tiff called at 10 am to remind me of the hip hop class we had agreed to go to at 11. I got the kids ready and out the door in 1/2 hour (which is no small feat you will know if you have 2 wild animals for children).
We got the the gym and were absolutely ridiculously horrible at our ...um "hip hop dance" class. Ha ha ha ha. If you can even call what we were doing dance. There was a point that I turned to her and said as long as we keep jumping, maybe no one will notice we don't know what we are doing. No matter, it was great fun and I couldn't imagine a better saturday morning than making an ass out of myself with Tiff.
After a nice relaxing sit in the hot tub, we decided we better get on with our day. I went to the Kids Club to pick up Sasha and Zehn (who absolutely love going to the gym, and Sasha asks multiple times a day....."gym???") They came when I called them which is rare, so I'm not quite sure where this next part of uncontrollable aggression came from.
Yes I am...... the water bottle. This damn water bottle. You would think I would just buy them each their own, but no, I have not up to this point, been that smart. So, anyway as I was helping Sasha get her shoes on they spotted it in my gym bag. Zehn grabbed it and immediately Sasha reached for it and started whining. Well of course, Zehn wasn't handing it over. I could see the situation escalating and went from 0 - 100 irritated because we have had the "fighting over this very water bottle" talk 100 times.
I snatched the bottle out of Sasha's hands (who had somehow won the fight for the moment). As I lectured them on how annoying and tiresome this battle had become, in a moment of "mommy glory", I turned to Zehn first, aimed the bottle at his face and squirted. Then I turned to Sasha and did the same thing.
Awesome. Mom of the year. Both my kids were now crying and wet as I was preparing to take them into the blizzard snowstorm outside. Tiffany was laughing in horror and the girl sitting at the Kid's Care desk looked like she had also been a target of my uncontrolled spur of the moment waterfight. I wonder if she will ever let us back in there. We probably now have notes in our chart like Elaine from Seinfield and no one will ever take us again.
But guess what............. I got the water bottle!!! I win!! :)
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