Love the One You’re With

We’ve all heard the saying that we treat the ones we love the most the worst. I guess the theory is the love bond is so strong that you can be a butt-head and the other person still has to love you.

Being a mom is that concept epitomized, I think. My girls can be butt-heads sometimes. There is no need to explain or justify this observation, it is a known fact.

What I don’t understand is the whole idea that they are perfect angels for their Grandma, Grammy and cousin, but not so much for me. In the last few weeks, I have left the girls with the aforementioned and apparently my girls play well together, play well independently, and share with no major issues. But the second I walk in the door, the whining, crying, screaming and fighting begins.

Why?

Anybody have an explanation for this phenomenon?

I thought about karma, like if I was out partying it up with Dora or dancing with Hip Hop Harry and didn’t bring them with me, but that was not the case.

The first time I was at my sister’s {rental} house cleaning up someone else’s crap, literally. You see my poor sister had a nightmare “renter” {I use that term loosely since he never really paid the rent} and we were cleaning up the disaster that he left behind upon being evicted by the Sheriff’s Department.

The second time I was with my mom and sister in Irwindale, CA helping to decorate the Kaiser float for tomorrow’s Rosa Parade. I suppose my girls would have had a field day with all the materials that were available, but somehow I don’t think that gluing pumpkin seeds on one at a time is their cup of tea. {check out the stars and know that we glued a lot of those pumpkin seeds on and look at the giant wheels and flowers and know that we glued lots and lots and lots of saffron, straw flowers and coconut on those babies!}

So how about it? Do your kids act different depending on who they are with? Anybody know the reason?