Oh my gosh…

< whining >

“Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh…Oh my gosh………………………………………………………” I insanely rambled, cried, wept, whinnied, whined and groaned…

Translation: “Who are these little people?… Why are they calling me Mom?… Don’t they ever stop?… Will my ears burst?… Will my mind explode?… My head is going to explode… My head is going to explode… MORE dishes?… MORE laundry?… No more snacks… No more snacks!… No more chocolate milk!… No!No!No!… Put those shoes away… Pick up those toys… Where is that sippy cup???… I can’t breathe… What. Have. I. Done???!!!”

I suppose one may say this has been a challenging week with my spawn children. For some reason, they seem to be trying to break the World Record for how many words a person can cram into one day – all 3 of them – AT. THE. SAME. TIME.

After one particularly intense “interrogation”, I told Paul I felt as if I were a carcass being fed upon by a school of sharks. Paul said, “At least you were dead.” Heh.

I shared this story with a group of moms and one mom used the example of being pecked to death by ducks. Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick…

At least I’m not alone

< / whining >

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