A great deal of my day consists of listening to my kids repeat themselves. If you don't answer them fast enough, it's OBVIOUS you didn't hear them.
Hayden: Mom, can I have a snack? Mom? Snack? Can I have one? Can I have a snack? Mom?
Me: YES YOU CAN HAVE A SNACK.
Rylee: Mom can you help me with the juice? Mom, can you help me?
Me: Ye....
Rylee: Mom, can you help me with the juice?
Me: YESICANHELPYOUWITHTHEJUICE.
Sometimes, my husband and I turn it into a game. One of my kids will ask me a question from another room. We'll sit back and count how many times they repeat themselves until they get up to finally come ask me in person.
I think Rylee made it to 15 times once. His dedication is inspiring.
It does stress me out. Sometimes I answer more sharply than I mean to. After all, I'm not DEAF, and no matter how many times I remind them of that, they still insist on repeating themselves if I don't answer in the split second time period they offer for responses.
It's a good thing I married a coffee roaster. I don't think I could get through each day without being properly caffeinated. At the end of it all, though, I wouldn't trade these annoying days for anything. After all, look at this sweet note my son wrote me for Mothers Day.
I may feel like i'm annoyed, tired, exhausted, stressed, and on the edge more often than not, but look at what he wrote. Each and every day. They know that what I do for them, day in and day out, is because I love them, and they love me for it, too.
And it's okay. When they are a little older, i'll get my revenge. Did you do your homework? Your homework, did you do it? Did you do your homework?
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