I feel like a drill Sergeant.
I got a little cranky today while explaining to my children that I am not their maid or slave and they can put away their OWN laundry. It's amazing how I can actually get some results when I raise my voice. "Hey! Don't you leave this room when you hear me telling your sisters how they can help. You get right back here and help too!" Or "Who left this on the floor when you hear me sweeping?! Do you WANT me to suck it up?" These kids were stepping and fetching on a Friday night. Theeeen, to make me feel like a jerk Fern pipes us with (in a soft sweet voice so unlike Fern) "I left those there and I'm sorry Ma'am." Bwahaha! Really?! Now we're preparing to eat some ice cream and play Uno. Life is good.
No comments:
Post a Comment