I know they say “pride goeth before a fall” — but I’m gonna dive headfirst anyway. I am one proud citizen of Colorado Springs and I’m not afraid to shout it from the rafters. Not only do we live at the base of Pikes Peak, our city boasts beautiful Garden of the Gods, the Air Force Academy, Colorado College (go Tigers!), and a kick-butt team of first responders that battled Mother Nature’s blazes for days.
Despite the obvious things that draw many a transplant to visit or inhabit our fair city, one fact in particular may outweigh them all.
We have NO bugs. Okay, okay, one might see the occasional fruit fly or a brief infestation of miller moths, but for all intents and purposes we are 99% bug free.
Seriously. Can I get a witness?
Summer evenings spent sipping cocktails on the back patio are lovely. (Not entirely sure the last time that actually happened at our house, but a girl can dream!) One can relax and not have to expose offending under-arm jiggle while waving away mosquitoes or cringe at unsightly roaches fleeing from the light.
Although we don’t have to spray our bodies or our houses with flesh-eating pesticides and chemical sprays before enjoying summer’s delights, there is one bug in particular to which we are not immune.
The bicker bug.
Whether you have a baker’s dozen or one little cherub under your roof, this bug is alive and well. Heaven knows a Mama can have it out with just one sweet child just as easily as siblings can pick on each other until you just want to grab your car keys and pull a “Thelma and Louise”. Where two or more are gathered….
As I swapped out the cutie patootie changeable ABC Scripture cards I bought from my new-found friend, Courtney DeFeo of www.lillightomine.com, I had to chuckle at the one I most recently pinned to my kitchen backsplash:
“Do everything without complaining or arguing.” Really?? Come the end of July, my Mama patience meter has grown wearily thin on this front.
The most minor of infractions illicit incessant tattles and tales. Sometimes before their little feet ever hit the floor in the morning! And, don’t get me started about our tiny tribe running errands together or attempting to get out of the house to do something “fun.” Heaven forbid we’d all enjoy the same activity!
So, this is where you come in…
I’m dying to know your tried and true secrets of battling the bicker bug. And, I must observe my due diligence in confessing that I am perhaps one of your most difficult clients.
I am not crafty Mommy. She battles the bug by keeping her little ones happily covered in glitter and glue.
I am not 24/7 playtime Mommy either. She engages with tickles, Twister, and packages of Twinkies all day long.
Lord knows I certainly can’t afford to send my little rascals off to zoo camp every day to engage with other species of animals.
So, what’s a normal, average, everyday, work-a-day Mama to do?
I’d love to hear your ideas for a stress free, bug free, bicker free summer. Is such a thing possible? Short of shipping them all off to separate sleep-away camps, which is a viable option given enough expendable dough if I went back to work full-time (again, all options are being considered!), I’d love to be inspired by y’all.
PS — The bottle of crisp Cabernet in the forefront of the picture above may or may not be a particular coping mechanism for this Mama.