You would think that this would be a familiar feeling, considering I am a single mom with 4 kids. You would think, but you would be wrong.
Now that I'm down to only 2 at home, I am more outnumbered than ever because the 2 who are still home are frequently referred to as "The Frank-n-Carmen". When they were toddlers together, the monstrous nickname was cute. It was funny. Now, it's downright scary.
I wish I could have recorded our first serious conversation in our new home. It had obviously been planned for some time. But not by me.
F-n-C: Mom, now that we're in a new place, there should be new rules. So we're each going to write down 3 rule changes that should happen.
Mom: Ok, how many rule changes do I get?
F-n-C: (Exchange of secret language expression) You can have three, too.
Mom: Oh, good.
F-n-C: (In unison as if scripted) Three total. Not three for each kid.
Mom: Well, let's see your changes.
Rule Change Lists:
- Later Curfews
- Cussing is allowed.
- Ability to come and go when you want and all you have to do is tell mom where you are going.
1. When we go out, we don't have to give a big background check on our friends.
2. Everyone go with the flow.
3. Mind yo own business, Fool! (That includes everyone).
Mom: You understand that I do have veto power on all of these, Fool?! (Okay, I didn't say, FOOL, but I dearly wanted to. But this was their first attempt at sitting down to discuss rules in a mature manner. I wanted to respect the process.)
F-n-C: Come on, Mom. We thought that once we moved to the apartment, you would be cool. All kids who live in apartments have cool parents.
Mom: How many kids do you know who live in apartments?
F-n-C: (Again, in unison) You know, on television.
Clearly, I would never make it as a TV mom.
I have feeling this is only the first of many double teams for which I will have to brace myself.
For years I have told the Frank-n-Carmen, "Do you know why you guys are so close together in age? It was planned that way, so you would have a playmate. Now, go play." It seemed like such a good idea at the time--you know, sibling bonding and all that. Well, at least I can say the bond that was created is a strong one. I guess I can take solace in that, even if it means I'm outnumbered!