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My head hurts...
So...
My youngest two are outside yelling at each other, the eldest is in his room drumming, and worst of all? They had the neighborhood get-together at the park this morning and the cops gave whistle keychains to the kids. The toddler in the next house is outside and he keeps blowing his. I know this because I yelled at mine to stop with the whistle already and they said "It's not us!" and for once they were telling the truth.
Whimper.
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So...
My youngest two are outside yelling at each other, the eldest is in his room drumming, and worst of all? They had the neighborhood get-together at the park this morning and the cops gave whistle keychains to the kids. The toddler in the next house is outside and he keeps blowing his. I know this because I yelled at mine to stop with the whistle already and they said "It's not us!" and for once they were telling the truth.
Whimper.
My Back Pages:The Byrds:The Byrds: Greatest Hits
This is where you get the IPOD out
as soundtrack to your own life.
No joke, there are days I just say to heck with it all, and decide that I'M going to sit a movie on the TV for my 5 year old, put the headphones on, and do homework quietly (OR JOURNAL) until my brain
stops wanting to run and hides away from the rest of the cacophony.
tea is also good for this...