Do my children insist on trying to communicate with me at the pitch of a whiney tea kettle. A stream of unending vowels and consonants imitating the squealed peel of an agitated dolphin. To my hearing lossed ears it’s just a pointless whistle that contains no information at all. Like a fire alarm in a high C monotone in which I am requested to decipher both the meaning and an action plan remedy. Followed, obviously by tears, flailing and shouting from the other sibling in response. And it happens constantly no matter how many times I tell them that I don’t speak tea kettle, dolphin, or whistle languages fluently. The Joy’s of parenthood I suppose. Blessed.
Tag: kids
How do my children have this inexhaustible…
Supply of energy, all day every day? I’ve gone so far as to supply them with multiple outdoor play dates this whole week and it makes nary a dent in the ear piercing shriek of delight levels of play that they engage in. Seems like wailing at the top of their lungs in our small cozy home is the order for the day, each and every time. It can be infuriating! Adorable at first and then grating on those self same nerves. The constant refrain of “bring it down a notch or two!”, or “Separate if you can’t handle sitting together”, are met with blank stares and renewed vigor on the auditory front. I swear their vocal cords should waiver and shred apart at these levels of noise, but they only get stronger, louder and more sustained. It’s a whole thing. Feel our pain, and know it isn’t just your house, or your kids that are driving you a little mad some days. If I thought strapping them into a treadmill for a few hours a day would drain some of the fight out of them, rest assured I’d have them harnessed in immediately. But I fear it would just help them to build their stamina so that they could be overly dramatic for much longer. Ah kids. The apple of my eye. I love my kids, I love my kids…
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