This may come as a shock to you, but my kids fight.
Like the dickens.
And what may be even more shocking to you (it is to me) is that I say things like, "I'll turn this car around right now!" and "So help me, just wait until your father gets home."
I hate that I say these things. They just come flying out before I can stop them. They are so cliche'. So housewife. You'd think I could come up with something more original.
But really. The babies are only one. I thought I'd have a little more time before they grew to hate each other.
It seems to me that we have an exponential amount of screaming in our house. And I used to work in a book store. Because I like quiet. And peace.
Oh and did you know that babies have tiny little vocal cords can reach a pitch at the very tippy top of the human audible zone, right before the sound turns into a dog whistle? It so happens to be the exact frequency used by the military in devices that cause victims to become dizzy and vomit.
So if you happen upon me in the fetal position, covering my ears and rocking despondently, in a puddle of vomit, you can assume there has been a baby smack down at the Meeker house.
Please Lord, grant me patience.
Stumble It!
