Monday, April 19, 2010

Crescendo


Crescendo.

That is what I call it.

Emphasis on the "endo".

As in, ass over end. Oh.

There are moments throughout a day, sometimes too many moments, that E starts crying, screeching, WAILING, or just barking at the neighbors, and it is loud.

I'm sorry, LOUD!

As in, SO LOUD, it is an assault on anyone within earshot.

::shudder::

And sometimes, sometimes, M gets in on it. And they start trying to crawl up each other's butts and they pinch and snatch and push each other (awwww, siblings!♥) and the screaming just grows and grows into this crazy crescendo until I start YELLING AT EVERYBODY and the mail lady happens by to hear it all and I LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY.

2 comments:

CyberLizard said...

I hate it when people see you at that final point and make judgements on you as a parent. Everyone hits that point. If they say they don't they're either lying or on valium!

Dani_Zaz said...

You are never so visible as you are when you are at the end of your rope. If only people would judge us on our best day.

 
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