I Yell

Yes. I do it. I did it today. Yep, yesterday too. Sometimes it’s the only way to get through to these hard-headed, sometimes-suddenly-deaf mini-humans that live in my house. I’m not saying that it’s always right. But never-the-less, I yell.

Sometimes it’s just to get them to hear me upstairs because “Hey, Google, Broadcast. Kids, Dinner’s ready” and waiting for a response is just too much. Sometimes it’s because I have said,
“hey, pick up your backpack.”

“Don’t forget your backpack.”

“Did you get your backpack?”

“Honey, your backpack!”

“GET YOUR BACKPACK OFF THE FLOOR BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND!!! WHY DO I HAVE TO SAY THINGS OVER AND OVER BEFORE YOU LISTEN?? WHY DO I HAVE TO TURN INTO A LUNATIC BEFORE ANYONE LISTENS TO WHAT I TELL THEM???” (During this one, there are usually blank looks and a open mouths and the responses “I was just about to do it, you don’t have to yell. Geez, Mom.”)

It gets really old repeating myself. Especially when I know they have just tuned me out… unless I open some kind of candy. You better believe they can hear the wrapper through 2 closed doors.

Any parent that tells me that they don’t yell, I don’t believe you. I’m sorry, I just don’t. These little people can push buttons you never knew you had! And when they do, whew, it’s like putting the kettle on to boil. They can make me frustrated like no one else — including my husband. It’s like since they came out of me, they know exactly the things they can do that can push me right over the edge and can raise my volume to deafening.

As I write this, Noah is sitting across from me insisting on doing math in his head (which I should mention he is really good at) but when he starts to struggle, I say “write it out….” to which he replies, “I got it.” Uh-huh, okay. This has been going on for the last 20 minutes or so. Write it out. I got it. Write it out. I got it.
Sigh.

I’ve even said to the minions after repeating myself multiple times, “Why do you make me act like a crazy person??” I never get an answer, only wide-eyed looks. Shocking.

Anyway, for all you other Repeaters out there, don’t worry, you’re not alone. And maybe this doesn’t bother you at all and I’m just trying to make myself fell better that these little carbon copies that I made have such conveniently declining hearing. I’m trying not to waste the breaths that I may need on my death bead. Either way, I figure one day in the future they will want to hear what I have to say in all my infinite wisdom.

Let’s all take a second to laugh at that.