White Noise

Lately, I feel like no one hears me. I say things. Out loud. But no one responds. Like white noise. It's there as background, to drown out the other noises. 

I talk about these things all the time, but no one is listening to me:

"Stop licking stuff."

"Don't use your shirt as a napkin again."

"The dog does not need more water when her bowl is already full. Get the paper towels and clean it up."

"Do not balance your plate like a waiter and try to sing. We do not live on Broadway."

"Get your arm out of there."

"Put your gum back in your mouth."

I now understand how Phoebe felt:

Making A Home

What do I do during the day? What do I have to show for my work at home? Why do I really like looking at pretty fabric to hang from our windows, or choosing plants to bring some fresh air into our January house? Why am I so obsessed with making a comfortable, inviting, warm space for our girls to grow and learn and share?

I read this today and just have to say a big "YES!!" This is how I feel about my home. The Nester says it exactly the way I would have wanted to if I even had the time to complete a good thought. But her kids are a bit older than mine, so maybe in a few years, I can hope to at least finish my thoughts. Then later on after that, maybe the laundry. Click on the link to read her thoughts. Maybe it'll make you say "YES!!!"

Setting the Stage