It’s That Too Many Girls Thing Again!

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Having three daughters is not always an easy thing. I know, you’re stunned by that statement. Girls know how to fight, irritate and drive you up the wall better than anybody. Multiply that times three and you’ve got one wild and crazy house.

While I love them dearly, each one has a completely different personality that doesn’t necessarily always blend well with the others. In fact, it’s downright impossible to live with sometimes.

The oldest seems to think she is already an adult. She feels like she can make “plans” on her own without consulting her parents. Umm… NO! She also seems a little perturbed when we tell her she can’t do that. Drama ensues and maybe even some tears.

When I was in high school I had a friend who was the middle of three sisters. We tried on a few occasions to arrange time to get together after school either at her house or my house. Her mother always said no. I thought she had the meanest mother on the planet. How could a mother say no to a afternoon play date? What was the big deal? Well, now that I have three girls myself… I SO GET IT!!!!

There is no possible way to say yes to one child and leave the others out in the cold. It’s either three play dates or no play dates. Oh how I understand. I find myself saying no a lot more often than I say yes. Having one child have a friend over (or go to the friend’s house) makes my life a living hell. All I am left with are two kids whining and complaining that they never get to play with their friends. Not true, but they whine and complain all the same. It’s worse when the play date is at our house. Then I have the extra two kids always wanting to be included. Of course, that doesn’t make the child with the friend over very happy.

Disaster. Turmoil. Drama. No thank you.

So if I say no to a play date, please know it’s not because I’m a mean mom. It’s not because I don’t like your kid. In fact, I’m pretty fortunate to really like my kids’ friends. I say no because I can’t handle the disappointment of the other two. I don’t want the dramatics. I can’t handle the yelling and the door slamming and the tears. It’s not worth it.

And don’t feel sorry for my girls… they have each other. And believe it or not, when push comes to shove, they actually DO like playing together. After all, your sister should always be your best friend. It doesn’t always work out that way, but I’m doing my best to make sure it does.