National Do Not Share Day

Okay, I get that my kids are sick and thus cranky. I get that they've been imprisoned quarantined stuck inside this house for the last week while they fought their sickies and thus are are extra cranky and stir crazy and irritable.

I get it. They're going to be crabby and quick to morph into rabid howler monkeys.

But that still doesn't explain why suddenly for the twelve hours that my kids were awake today that they were physically and mentally incapable of sharing with each other (which is usually not a big issue in our house). I'm pretty sure that the Powers That Be issued February 3rd as National Do Not Share ANYTHING EVER Day. Even if they were trapped on a tiny rock in a sea of molten lava, and all they had to do was share ONE toy with each other in order to instantly summon a life saving helicopter to their destination, they wouldn't.

Camden wanted everything Calen had. So he would throw a toy and get swatted for it. And when Calen wouldn't share (even just one car for five minutes), Camden would stomp and scream. Then Calen would abandon a car (or whatever) to play with something else, Cam would happily run to it, then Calen would come out of the air to get it back. Cam would run away. Calen would catch him and snatch it out of his hands. Cam would cry and scream. Calen would be sent to timeout. Calen would cry and scream. 

Lather, rinse, repeat.  

If I had a dollar for every time Calen was in timeout and Camden's butt was swatted for not sharing today, I could buy my own tropical island to escape to. Away from them. 

In Cam's left hand is a car that Calen wants. He leaped onto the couch and pretended he didn't have it. Or at least that's what it seemed like he was doing.

  

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