Into My Mind

Right now I so feel like impersonating that portrait "The Scream." Actually that's what my whole life feels like right now; one giant scream. I've discovered that once a child learns how to speak until they are about 20, they have no sense of an indoor voice. EVERYTHING is in SCREAM, WHINE, SCREAM, CRY, SCREAM, SCREECH, SCREAM.

I know you think I'm joking, but I'm not. The volume in my house is off the charts. There's nothing like hearing the following sentences at 10x the needed level:

01) I HAVE TO POOP!
02) NICK HIT ME!
03) DID NOT, SHE STARTED IT!
04) I WANT SOME FOOD!
05) GET ME SOME FOOD!
06) WHERE'S MY GAME?
07) WHEN DO I GET MY GAMEBOY BACK?
(when you stop screaming, which probably implies never)
08) AHHHHHH!
09) DO YOU WANT TO GO PLAY CARDS?
10) MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM!

Number 10 is the reason why all Mom's at one point in their careers as parents go on strike (and change their name).

It's quiet now. It's never quiet. I must worry and become frantic and run upstairs to see what horrible things have occurred that would silence my children.