The teens. I assume they are bi-polar. Or, something. I'm fairly certain that this is temporary. I keep telling myself that it is. Some days are hard. Some days are fun. Others are purely exhausting. And others still are loud. So loud.
Considering I can't hear anything, the fact that I think they're loud is something...
All the noise, noise, noise...
I took what felt like a pile of kids around town the other night. We had some errands to run, dinner to grab. Fitting in all that had to be done with all I wanted to be done. Hair appointments, dance rehearsal, kitten food purchased, stop at the hardware store.
A loud dinner out in a very busy restaurant with everyone one talking over each other. Car ride too. Bickering and poking at each other. The same thing I did with my friends and siblings and their friends. It's the age, I think. I hope.
And then, as we drove in stressful traffic where I had two hands on the wheel and was willing them to just be quiet, they all began singing along with the radio.
To Paul McCartney.
The mood is right, the spirits up
We're here tonight and that's enough
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time.
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time.
In harmony.
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