Can You Hear me Now?

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?