I'm left alone all day with the divas. The other two somewhat rational children get to go to school. This leaves me alone with the demanding ones.
Diva #1 insists on watching TV before he consumes his breakfast. Preferably, he'd like me to deliver it to him on a tray while he watches TV. And he'd like his oatmeal with 'nothing in it' meaning none of those dried fruit things that make the oatmeal flavorful. And upon being told that we only have oatmeal with somethings in it, he proceeds to throw a diva tantrum. He orders me to pick out all dried apples and those black specks called CINNAMON before he will eat it.
Diva #2 has her own special demands. She insists on getting dressed all by herself even though she has yet to master her own diapering skills and still puts two legs in one hole of her pants. She has incredible diva powers and knows when I am trying to sneakily assist her. She refuses to wear anything fleecy (there goes our winter wardrobe) and has a special fondness for things that don't match. Being as this diva is not even two for another 17 days, I am very worried about her clothing future.
The divas throw awesome fits when they don't get their way. These tantrums happen frequently since I can't really pick out cinnamon from a packet of oatmeal and Diva #2 really needs her diaper properly applied. So we deal with it and I just try to picture the day when my divas are making money like the other divas out there. Then it will be worth it.
It is very funny to hear Ethan yelling at me, "Don't call me a diva!" when he's being particularly demanding.