Just how many children do I have anyway?
I thought it was two. But lately, it sounds like TEN. They are LOUD.
About at the moment my last nerve was frayed by yet another high-pitched disaster, I snapped. As in, I raised my voice to a previously unknown (or well hidden) octave. The clouds parted, the sun peaked out, my halo sparkled and I no longer resembled….or sounded like… Charlie Brown’s teachers. Good heavens – they can hear me. That must be a small miracle.
Now, about that sparking halo. Whatever I snapped was clearly not-befitting an angel.
So, Delaney did exactly what any 6 year old in her situation would do….
She dissolved into hyperventilating hysterics during which I could clearly make out, “I waaaaaant MY DADDY.” (who is, by the way, out of town)
And even better, when I called her on it…. you know the old, “Look drama queen…. you want your daddy because you are mad at me.”
The tears stopped and without missing a beat, she replied, “And when I’m mad at Daddy, I want you.”
Nice. At least she is smart. Or so I keep telling myself.