No! It's Mine!

I'm sorry to say that I finally fell behind in my attempt to post a new blog every Wednesday.  But, in my defense, I had a good reason.  I was in Norman being a good sister, sitting bedside while my sister had her gall bladder removed.  I am very happy to say that she is a tough bird and is recovering quite nicely.  But, sadly, I was in no mood to sit at my computer and write when I got home Wednesday evening.  I was really, really irritated about the sorry state of I-35, both north and south bound.  It took the rest of my evening to vent to Blake about how no one should be expected to drive on that crap piece of "road".  Blake's Bose noise canceling earphones should be here anyday...

So, family emergencies having been dealt with, it's back to the grind here on the farm.  With all due respect to my sister, I did thoroughly enjoy just hanging out with my family on surgery day while Blake dealt with the girls.  I haven't had a break from my not-so-benevolent dictators in several weeks and it was nice to just let it all go.  Plus, it was way fun to hang out with my sister, even though she was not having such a good time.  But, with my family, the crazier the situation, the better.  All the best jokes and one-liners get going when we all get nervous.

Anyway, I think I should start circling back around to what I really wanted to discuss in this post and that is the fact that my girls seem to think that anything that I have is much, much more desirable than anything they have.  This is especially true when it comes to drinks.  For some reason, a certain number of people in this house are obsessed with tea.  If I poured it in the toilet, they would grab a straw and go at it.  I don't know what it is.  I mean, I like tea as much as the next person, but really?  There are practically hair pulling fights over glasses of tea!

So, it goes without saying, if I should attempt to drink a glass of tea, a couple of short people who live here come running.  I don't know if they have some kind of tea sensor or what, but even if I pour some tea and hide my glass somewhere, they can find it and demand their share.  With Viv, it's especially irritating because she plants her feet, drops her pacifier, points and grunts until you are willing to just give her the tea jug and walk away.  Cayton is a little more stylish in her approach, opting to sidle up to the tea glass while I am not looking.  Later, when I reach for my glass, I find only an empty vessel with half melted ice.  

I am afraid that this behavior is going to bleed over into other areas.  For instance, they generally like to eat whatever is on MY plate.  If I sit down, suddenly that is the hottest property in the house.  My jewelry is irresistible and I won't even get started on my phone or my computer.

God knows, I love my babies to distraction, but I think I am going to have to put a stop to this constant claim staking of my property.  I don't have that much left that is mine and I know where this will eventually lead in the end.  They will take everything I have until they get to the very last and most precious of my possessions: my sanity (such as it is).