Today is the fifteenth day of the April A to Z Challenge. During this month I will be writing blog posts every day (with breaks on Sundays) about the topic “Sh*t I Say” starting with each consecutive letter of the alphabet. This is one crazy project, y’all.
Please stop roaring!
At least I say please.
Now the boys are 7 and 5. Today is Brady’s birthday – he is VERY proud to be 5.
As they grow larger, their noises grow louder. When they play together, they get rough. They feed off each other, escalating their spastic movements and activity until they lose all ability to form words and they simply ROAR.
I consciously will myself to tolerate the roaring for a little while, because obviously they need to expel the energy somehow. Sometimes when they get loud and rough I will open the backdoor and shoo them outside, both to give them more room to move and to relieve my poor senses of the noise. But really. How much can a mother endure?
When the roaring happens before I’ve had my coffee…well, you can imagine.
I started off saying “Please stop roaring!” about 20 times a day. It’s getting better – well, it’s getting less frequent, anyway. The roaring itself is just getting louder.
This is a tame example:
I used to think only boys played rough but I have two girls the exact same age yours are and the roll on the floor like a pair of boys. They scream and huff and bump until my nerves explode or someone gets hurt. My God. My senses can’t take more yelling. One thing girls are clearly more equipped to do is high pitch screams… help anyone. Make it stop.
From Diary of a Writer in Progress
Happy birthday Brady!
And good luck dealing with the roaring 🙂 When we were kids my mother would send us outside and lock the door behind us. She said it was to make sure we got enough fresh air, but I think mostly she just wanted quiet time lol
~ Rhonda Parrish