Telling the Same Old Story

My ears are bleeding.  I’m sure of it.

There is just noise, always, always noise.

It seems the girls are always yelling.  Thing is, I know most of the time, they are NOT yelling, but I swear, it bounces off my ears like a million trumpets.

There’s Caitlyn yelling, “see my squishy friend?!” (also known as a pin cherry)

Then there is Sue yelling “slug bug” and slugging Caitlyn–who then yelled, “ow!!”  Thank you daddy for teaching the girls slug bug–said no mother ever.  Stupid game.

Honestly, I feel like clawing out of my skin.

I love my kids.  I love having them home.  I love teaching them.  I love hearing Sue say, “I love the dolphin study!!  It’s my favorite.”  I am doubly pleased since I put together the unit study myself.

Right now, my wonderful hubby is reading to the girls in the next room.  At a very normal tone.  It is taking all I have to not scream at him to “BE QUIET!!!”

Now, the yelling has begun, “Caitlyn, have you brushed your teeth?????”  At full daddy volume.  And her yelling back, “NOOOOOOOOO!”  Can somebody explain to me why she still hates brushing her teeth?  Patrice does great and loves to “gurgle.”  Caitlyn is a painful process of asking, asking, asking and yelling.

I had the house to myself for about 10 minutes.  It was nice.  I thought, “oh, it would be nice to listen to music.”  Then my ear drums said, “if you turn on more sound, we are going to pack up and move to Mexico!”  I left the music off and kept the ear drums.

Le sigh.

I know I have fussed about this time and time again, but seriously, today, it is the only thing I can even think about .  So much ever loving noise.

How to cope?  Ugh, ugh, ugh.

Survive til you Thrive!

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