Sh*t I Say: “Please Stop Roaring”
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: