Ceiling light vrs. Lamp

Oh the joys of having more than one child. Being an only child myself I do not for one moment understand how you can have such hatred for someone one moment say such hateful and rude things...then. moments later share secrets and giggles when you should be sleeping.

So today child one worked 9 hours. I am sure she was worn out. Child two had homework she neglected to consider all weekend until 945 pm Sunday night. So as child one was hopping into bed child 2 was flicking on the light.

The ceiling light is too much for sleepy child....homework child insists bedside table lamp is just as bright,  but doesn't want to "waste " the bulb. Sleepy then stands in front of ceiling light switch to keep procrastinating child from turning on light.

So to recap,  sleepy is NOT sleeping and procrastinating child is STILL procrastinating. Neither listens to my reasoning. If both lights are the same value of brightness what should it matter to. Homework doer?  If you must stand and guard switch, your not Sleeping nor relaxing or laying down.

I obviously cannot stop this war. Not with reason,  nor shouting. So I leave it up to them....wherein the violence starts. Someone hits someone bites....yes one child is in her mid Jr. Year of high-school the other will be a freshman and yes...I said someone was BITTEN. no there was not an animal in the room. One. (Or both)  of my darling children (the story is not straight) has bitten the other. Awesome right.

Yelling persues. Now I am a horrible mother who does not Care because I didn't swoop in to break up the dog fight (that didn't involve dogs, but teenage children)

So as I write this sadly true tale....nearly an hour after the event took place miss sleepy lies, in the dark texting on her phone (read,  not sleeping)  and procrastinator sits in the bathroom stewing over the fact that she couldn't turn on her. Light in her own room....and looking at her war wounds and knowing its my fault they are there as I didn't swoop in to. Save her from the threats.

So yeah. There is a love story for y'all. My advice? Stick to just one child....or ages MANY years apart or have a house big enough for each to have its own room.