Please Someone, Make Them STOP!

I love listening to my children converse with one another. You know, those times that they are having such "important" discussions and they don't know you are listening to them. It's absolutely adorable and downright funny to hear what comes out of their mouths.

I usually treasure those moments.

But lately? Not so much.

Their usual exchanges have been taken to an entirely new level. Gone are the quiet speaking voices. They've said adios to the sweet impish chitchat.

All of that has now been replaced with loud, argumentative, whiny, "I can't hear you mom because I'm talking and he's talking and she's talking" pandemonium.

Quite frankly, MY.CHILDREN.WON'T.SHUT.THE.HELL.UP!!

Not for two seconds. And all three of them talk at the same time. Over each other. No one is listening to the other because they are too busy trying to be heard over the roar.

On Saturday, Mr. Schmitty and I were getting everyone ready to go out to lunch. For whatever reason, the kids were standing in the living room reciting Humpty Dumpty. Picture this; all three, in a more than quiet tone, repeating that nursery rhyme, at different intervals, over, and over, AND OVER again. At the same time the hubs and I are telling them to go to the bathroom and put on their shoes and coats.

They can't hear us because again, MY.CHILDREN.WON'T.SHUT.THE.HELL.UP!!

All I can picture in my head is that old Calgon commercial, as I begin to pull at my own hair.

"Calgon, take me away!" And then let me drown myself.