My daughter Svet and my nephew Elijah simply cannot live together. I’ve proven that time and again, every time we stay for a bit of time at my mom’s house when we visit them. They fight over toys, argue over what to watch (El prefers Sesame Street while Svet is a huge Dora fan) and cry about a million times each day due to those fights. It makes my head hurt, just listening to them whine almost all day. I guess it’s their age. Svet has separation anxiety, while El is just, well, a crybaby. But in fairness to El, he is much more of an angel than Svet is, and is usually the one who gives way.
I cannot imagine them two being friends (or at least not hitting each other every second), not in another two to three years. Which means that my mom’s suggestion for us to live together is a no-no. That would just spell disaster. I have a feeling I would have a nervous breakdown or something. And I’m not even kidding. If I needed to shed some pounds though, I think it would be a good idea. It’s like reading a lipofuze review and following all instructions to the letter which will lead to weight loss, only a thousand times more stressful. But that’s not the case since I’m not looking to lose weight.
So yeah. I’ll wait till Svet is five and El is four. I hope they get along better then.