Just Another Reason

The first six months of babysitting the kids adored Rockwell. He was he sweet baby that I carried around all day while I fixed their lunches and tied their shoes. They could look at him and smile at him but he didn't disrupt their lives too much. A few months ago as he started to become mobile he began to fill the roll of "the annoying little brother". Little Sister doesn't like to share attention, toys, air. Is this a two year old thing or baby of the family thing? Well she hits him, pushes him, yells at him, and shakes her finger at him. Boy! It makes my blood boil! I don't care how old she is or isn't, she just hit my baby! She just made my baby cry! I attempt to control my rush of maternal instincts as I try not to throw her from the top of the stairs into her bed for a time out- a time out that somehow doesn't seem harsh enough. I won't miss this this summer. Not. One. Bit.