The temperatures today reached close to 100 degrees so I was a little more lenient in letting them hang out in the house and play video games. Until the fighting over who was truly superior in the collecting gold coins and winning mini-games got to me.
At that point I threw them all in the pool.
I know, I know. It is my own fault. I just had to have the new Mario Party 8 game. Which I might add is awesomely fun (is that a word?) and no matter what my children say I AM THE MASTER AT COLLECTING GOLD COINS.
Ahem...now back to our story.
After they had been outside long enough for me to regain my sanity, umm, I mean to tire themselves out. I let them have some more time on the WI.
All was fine for quite a while until the three boys decided to double team their sister and frustrate the heck out of her.
When she decided enough was enough and took matters into her own hands things got a little out of control.
She pushed her younger brother and when he pushed back he forgot the WI remote was still in his hand. Unfortunately it hit her in the mouth. She now has a big fat lip. She is not happy.
At this point I told them no more video games and since they were having such a hard time getting along we would do some chores for a while to build our team work skills.
As you can imagine, they were all jumping up and down vigorously, but not for joy.
I tried to turn our chore time into a history lesson by reminding the children of this famous quote by Abraham Lincoln.
What with the 4Th of July tomorrow I thought it was a great quote and topic.
The children just thought I was crazy.
I was then given a lesson by my children about how video games are not like real life and just because they don't like each other (interpreted: are WAY to competitive) while playing has nothing to do with real life.
I am not really sure I agree with this.
However, they come by their severe problem of competitiveness naturally, hubby and I both hate to lose, so I have decided to cut them some slack.
However, the WI remote is never, never, (even accidentally) to be used as a weapon again.
A mama has to draw the line somewhere.