Fighting is frequent in the house. Kate and Reilly are always at one other. Shea and Kate are always at one another. It is overwhelming sometimes no matter how much I try to resolve or lately better yet, tune it out. Ugh. I don’t like it. Again I have a much more appreciative feeling for my mother who tolerated my sister and I beating the living daylights out of one another. For the most part we couldn’t be in the same room with out fighting. It’s different now, we totally enjoy each other, but then, not so much.

I am not sure what to do about it… but it does make me want to yell…. louder than they are. And, when I yell I want to yell “STOP YELLING AT EACH OTHER, THERE IS NO NEED TO RAISE YOUR VOICE LIKE THAT.” Then I realize the err in my ways…