March 10, 2009
I'm a Yeller
Now that there is a recession (or depression or whatever we're calling it these days) I'm a yeller. Just a big ole screaming harpie. I can't find any nicer way to say it.
Rob's been hinting around about it for a while with really polite suggestions like:
"I read this article in a parenting magazine about how to have a calm household."
"I saw this infomercial with these tapes about effective discipline... maybe we should get some of those."
and the less subtle
"I think we should try to not yell so much."
and the more direct
"You probably could have done that without yelling."
I heard him, but I didn't really HEAR him if you know what I mean. Because, after all, we're in a recession and of all the vocations to have while we're in a recession, I happen to be a REALTOR for heaven's sake. So, when my head isn't in the gas oven apparently my family claims I'm yelling.
It finally occurred to me today what Rob has been talking about. I had a sudden epiphany.
I was standing in the kitchen and asked Julius to take a drink to The Toddler. As he's leaving the room he says, "I have to taste it to make sure it's okay."
I yell at his retreating back, "NO NO NO, DON'T DRINK AFTER YOUR BROTHER... HE HAS DIIIAAARRHEEEEEEEAAAAA!" (Of course he's already drinking as I'm yelling this helpful warning.) I turn with the word "diarrhea" wafting from my yellbox and realize that on this nice spring day we have all the windows open. Great.
And so for good measure, I yell out the kitchen window, "And all you neighbors watch out too cause my kid has diarrhea. Just wanna make sure everyone heard me!"
I bet my neighbors love me.
[photo credit: demibrooke]