A question, my friends: How loud is your house?
Please tell me that my home is not the only one that sounds like someone is being murdered, or at the very least mortally wounded, on an hourly basis. There just seems to be no end to the yelling and hollering and crying some days.
And the kids make a lot of noise, too.
Usually, most of the noise can at least be called "good natured." There is singing and whooping and squealing, and now that the weather is nice, I can turn them all out of doors and let Mother Nature be my buffer.
But yesterday? Oh yesterday sounded like some kind of massacre in the backyard. There was anguished wailing, whining, tattling, then more anguished wailing when the whiny tattler got his/her comeuppance.
I called them in to get washed for dinner, figuring that they were hot, tired, and maybe a little dehydrated and that was the reason for all of the yelling.
News flash: it wasn't. They were just in a yelling mood.
After dinner, when the bickering and the sniping continued unabated, Rob and I were the ones who became hot and tired. We started yelling back at them because they couldn't hear us over all of their own yelling. It was a charming and idyllic evening.
Finally, with my ears ringing, I stomped around the stuffy house and closed every single window. Then I said: I hope you all like living in a sweatbox because I am sick of being the family that is always screaming and yelling. Our neighbors must think we are lunatics.
And of course I was yelling. My maturity astounds me.
Rob tried to tell me that other families yelled, but I have never heard such yelling coming from our neighbors' houses. He said it was because they all have their windows closed with the A/C on already. I just stormed out to the grocery store in a huff. Again, the maturity.
When I got home, the house was cool and quiet. Rob had put them all to bed and re-opened the windows. I'm thinking of submitting him for canonization.
But now I need to know. Tell me your house sometimes this loud. Tell me, or I might yell at you. Apparently, we are known for that.