There are times when in the process of getting the kids out of bed or into bed, into their clothes or out of clothes and into jammies, to play nice, to be quiet or to just leave me alone for FIVE DAMN MINUTES! (ahem,… ehm.. sorry…where was I…)… that I just feel so shrill.
Surely I can’t be nagging at them ALL the time, can I? It feels that way sometimes. I used to wonder if I was missing some vital part of DNA that meant instead of a Hollywood nurturing nest, my home was doomed to be a chaotic pit until the kids grew up and moved away. That was until I received the following clip which I am setting to replay until the kids are about 27 or so:
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The clip is of the comedienne, Anita Renfroe, who condensed her own (and every mother’s)daily experience into 3 short minutes and set it to the William Tell Overture.
I LOVE this clip and can’t wait until my boys are old enough to play it for them too…over and over and over…Wait, maybe I should just start now so it can really sink in.
Great, isn’t it? It’s a bit worrying that it was first emailed to me by a neighbour…
And why wait? Just think of all the breath you’ll save if you can get your wee ones singing that instead of Sol Solito.