
The unexpected week of no school due to Snowmaggedon is finally showing it's toll on the boys. Logan is so tired of dealing with his little brother on a constant basis.
"we don't go together too well" is a quote from Logan as he comes to me with tears in his eyes because Zane won't get out of his "space", referring to the area within a 2 ft circumference to Logan's body.
Like all siblings they have moments of beauty. The moments, that as a mother, brings tears to the corners of my eyes as I watch quietly at the door to their room trying not to disrupt the moment while the boys play together peacefully.
No one is screaming.
No one is sitting on the others head.
They are working together, building legos.
I exhale.
And then I see what they are working so hard on building.
GUNS!
My body naturally tenses up. I try to release it and I remind myself that the gun obsession is some weird DNA thing I just don't understand about boys. As I am lost in my own head for a bit the moment of peaceful coexistence is over. The tug of war over the perfect trigger gun piece begins.
And so does my day.