I am sitting at the computer. My older daughter is on the couch. The twins begin to scream at her. She yells back. They cry louder. I am disturbed. My husband is outside conversing with the neighbors. I look around. I see a mess. I begin picking up toys at a furious rate. I am trailed by two screaming toddlers. My older daughter runs to her room. I hear her bedroom door slam. I begin to make dinner. Pots clang. Pots bang. One toddler reaches up. One toddler rolls around on the kitchen floor. A glass crashes. Fragments splatters. Time-out ensues. Wails continue. Door opens. She returns. Then…Hushhhh. One Fish, Two Fish. Water boils. Red Fish, Blue Fish. Aromas waft. Dinner is served.
This is a dynamite story!! I really like the simplicity!!! It paints a perfect picture!!
ReplyDeleteI've been there, I have twin six year olds (a boy and a girl) and an eight year old son. I rarely miss the days of the double stroller but sometimes I wish they were still small and chubby.It's funny how three kids seems like a large family these days but to a lot of folks it does. Hang in there, the dinner hour is often the toughest!
ReplyDeleteI really like the flow, and I can at least partially relate to the story since I spend a lot of time with my cousin who has two kids. But overall, I really especially like the flow.
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