This morning I awoke to the sound of the alarm going off because my three sons were breaking out of the house at the crack of dawn to play in the backyard. After that — with eyes still closed — I had to hear how my youngest had dumped all the dirt (and sand, apparently) from the plant we bought him yesterday on the new rug. This was followed by lots of screaming (theirs, surprisingly) over differing TV preferences.
I struggled to make words, but all that would come out was a muffled, “coffee … cooofffeee.” They failed to understand my plea. The loud requests — or, rather, demands — continued, and with my darling husband in the next room trying to get some work done, it was time for me to take control of the situation. Having no caffeine in my system, I tried to make words … important words that would shake the core of their beings. I failed. “Please go play outside or watch a show quietly for 30 minutes, and let mom wake up.” (Nothing). “Boys, quit asking for things until I’ve had my coffee; please be quiet and play.” (Nothing). “Listen! I said to quit talking and go play NOW!” (No change noted. Still talking to me and asking for things). “NO MOUTH WORDS AT ME! GO NOW!” …
I am a writer. I was an English major. This might be my lowest moment.
Cheers (I got my coffee),