[sinclairfan]

One dangerous angle of being the arranging Mom in a daughter-vs-daughter catfight is that it's hard to take off your Mommy hat; meaning, you start to do things to protect your daughter's safety which you wouldn't do if you, say, "had a friend's back" in a regular catfight.

That danger played out in my and Brandi's fight against Kari and Sherry.

What I mean is.....

Remember how, earlier in the night, before Brandi and I saw the Instagram post of Kari-Sherry's backyard cookout, Brandi and I were going to order take-out pizza?

Remember how never got around to ordering the pizza?

So....Remember how Brandi and I hadn't eaten all day and night since splitting a bagel for breakfast.

Well.....the Mommy in me realized that Brandi must be famished by now.

And I wanted to get food in her before all the restaurants and drive thru's closed for the night.

Because the Mommy in me couldn't bear to put Brandi to bed without a full belly.

I had already been that way with Brandi, babying her and wanting all her basic needs met.  All the Mom's out there will understand.

So I told Brandi to let go of Kari's wrists.  I told her to gather our things--our stripped clothes, our shoes, our purses from the back lawn....shit I hope my car keys are still in my purse.

Once Brandi and I decided to exit Kari and Sherry's house, the rest was a blur. 

Except for one part.  I felt the need to do at least one thing that Kari would notice.  To make her never forget that my daughter and I had beat up her and her daughter in a fight.

In Kari's kitchen, she had a bowl where she kept keys, spare change.... and miscellaneous jewelry like bracelets and necklaces and earrings and rings.

I took the jewelry.  It's not where she kept her expensive stuff--just stuff she could throw on to look nice for grocery shopping or neighborhood gossip.

There was a packet of post-it notes and a pen in the bowl.  I scribbled a quick note

Dear Kari,
Thank you for the opportunity for my daughter and I to prove tonight that we are better women than you and your bitch daughter WILL EVER DREAM OF BEING.  I took your jewelry, bitch.  If you and your slut daughter want it back, COME TAKE IT FROM US, BITCHES.  You know where we live.  Pam and Brandi"

I got so horny leaving that note for Kari.

I took a bunch of kitchen plates from her cabinet....and smashed them to smithereens on her kitchen floor.

As well as some wine glasses....and smashed them on the counter.

Good.  She and Sherry will be finding shards for weeks.

It will remind them that my daughter and I beat them in a mother-daughter 2on2 catfight.

I wanted to think of more things to do to destroy Kari's kitchen.

But my daughter and I could her Kari and Sherry comforting each other upstairs.

> Let's get out of here, Mom.

I loved Brandi calling me "Mom".  I felt so close to her.  So bonded.

So proud of what a vicious catfighter she was.

I hug Brandi.  She hugs me back.  She whispers to me:

> These two are such bitches. I hate them.

> Thank Gawd we beat them.  Even with my hurt collarbone.

More noise from upstairs.  Kari and Sherry are gonna be pissed when they see what I did to their kitchen.

We run outside.

Thank goodness my car keys are in my purse.

Brandi and I run to my car.  It starts.

We go to a Culver's drive thru.

We're both famished and thirsty.

Beating up a Mom and her daughter is hard work.  And exhausting.

We get out of the car and strip, ding into our swimming pool.

> Shit, Brandi.  I have cuts and scratches everywhere.

> We both do, Mom.

> .......

> Was it worth it?

> Beating up Kari and Sherry?  It was worth every second.

Brandi and I dry off and go inside.

We collapse into Brandi's bed, hugging.

Brandi's cellphone is buzzing.  We look at her texts.

> Brandi:  you fucking bitch.  You are A DEAD FUCKING BITCH.  Sherry

I look at my cell.  No messages.

I start typing:

> Kari--It's Pam.  Please tell Sherry to stop threatening Brandi.  If you two have a problem with her or me, then be a woman, and go thru ME.  Got it?

I click send.

We wait for a reply.

One comes.

> You can count on it, Pam.  You fucking bitch.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

In the past, when my daughter Brandi was in morning-after recovery mode from a catfight, I had practiced a deliberate obtuseness.  She needed to learn to fight her own battles.  But more importantly,,I wanted any victory (and, her fights were basically always wins) to be exclusively hers--I didn't want Brandi's rival to be able to claim that Brandi's mom Pam had ganged up on the defeated woman.

But last night's 2 on 2 fight was different.  To start with, Kari and I had instigated the girlfight:  Brandi and Sherry weren't even aware of each others' existence until Kari and I "introduced" them. 

But more importantly, Kari and I become engaged in the fight, so that many of Brandi's wounds and cuts and scrapes had some from Kari.

Had this been Kari's intention all along?  Did she want to WATCH a fight last night?  Or to be IN ONE?

And, finally, the elephant in the room was:  was Brandi's fight and mine with Kari-and-Sherry even over?  We had texted each other last night, practically inviting each other to try our luck in a rematch.

This went against everything I had experienced in girlfights.  Usually, having it out with another woman de-escalated the tensions which had built.  But the tension between my family and Kari's couldn't be higher at the moment.

Brandi send I wonder what Kari and Sherry felt about the damage we left in the kitchen.  Brandi and I were cleaning each other up.  But Kari and Sherry had to clean each other up.  AND their family house.

Would they want to do the same to our house now?  To force us to clean it?

Brandi and I were afraid to leave the other alone at home.  If one of us was abused alone by Kari and Sherry, would they attack us 2on1.  Or would one watch as the other fought me or Brandi?

Kari was such a bitch.  She knew about my collarbone injury.  Did she care before that I couldn't fight her 1on1?  Even if she cared before, did she care now?

And Sherry....she was such a good fighter.  The first woman who my daughter and I came across who could hols her own with my daughter.  I was jealous of Kari that she raised a daughter who could fight so well.

Kari...who years earlier had encouraged Sherry to have Wednesday afternoon Early Dismissal catfights in their backyard.  Dozens and dozens of fights.

The payoff was happening now.  Sherry was a hellcat in a catfight.

I wonder if as a Mom,,I maybe should haven been more hands-on in my daughter's development as a catfighter.

I wonder if that means Kari was a better Mom than me.

I'm so jealous of Kari.  All those afternoon, watching all of those catfights.

And having a daughter now who was so good at it.

What a bitch.

To be continued....