I learned a valuable lesson yesterday when it comes to little girls. Never, ever, ever, EVER have an odd number of little girls play together. It will result in a shit storm of epic proportions.
I hate to say that. I hate it when people say "boys are easier to raise than girls" or "you don't have to worry about boys". Kids are kids, they all come with their own issues, problems, whatevers. I'm going to rate keeping a group of girls to an even number up there with teaching a boy to always lift the seat before peeing and putting it back down when he's finished. If you don't do it things become unpleasant for everyone involved. Listening to 3 little girls fuss, fight, argue and get their feelings hurt is about as much fun as falling ass first into cold toilet bowl in the middle of the night.
It started when Natalie's best friend came over to play and brought another friend with her. At first I thought, no big deal. They'll play Xbox or hang out in Nat's room and torture me with Big Time Rush or the Teen Beach Movie soundtrack. You would think that after 35 years of life and 8 years of being the mother of a girl I would know better. They didn't agree on anything as a group. Not a damn thing. What one wanted to do, the other two didn't. Someone was always getting her feelings hurt or feeling left out. And I noticed that the friend who tagged along was the one who was instigating everything. When things didn't go her way she was the first to tattle. She always started by saying " I don't mean to tattle, but.." After the 3rd time I cut her off. I had had enough and I told Natalie the girls had to go home and while her best friend is always welcome to come play, the spawn of Satan is not allowed to come back.
Should this situation ever come up again, and I'm sure it will, I will remember the lesson I learned today. And I will send them to play at someone else's house.
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