The adventures of Mommy woman
Published on August 12, 2005 By JillUser In Blogging

Like most, my day usually begins with the sound of an alarm clock.  Sometimes that sound repeats depending on how many times the snooze button gets hit.  Then comes grumblings from my husband about how he is dying.  Seems he is dying every morning

The sound of the shower running is usually the first really awake sound that registers.  That is my signal to go start breakfast and pack my man a lunch.  Cooking and showering sounds are soon accompanied by the radio and my 5yr old yelling "Mommy!"  He still yells for me as soon as he wakes up.  I am trying to break him of that so I just yell back "Just get up!"

Soon my husband and 8yr old are downstairs eating and talking and the 5yr old is playing and singing.  Those are my favorite sounds.  Actually, when the two boys are playing and giggling it is the sweetest sounds of the day.  My husband always warns us that he is about to leave and we come running for hugs and kisses.

The rest of the day usually is a medley of playing, bickering and laughing.  The evening usually includes some chiming in of the telephone and TV.  Cooking and eating sounds dispersed throughout of course.

The Summer evening sounds are delightful.  Sitting outside listening to crickets and cicadas along with kids squealing and laughing as they chase lightning bugs.  Ah, nice soundtrack, eh?


Comments
on Aug 12, 2005
Now those are the sounds of love and happiness!  Thank you for sharing them.  I am going to treasure my sounds now more than ever!
on Aug 12, 2005
Smell the roses and listen to the giggles, that is my recipe for a happy life
on Aug 13, 2005
and my 5yr old yelling "Mommy!" He still yells for me as soon as he wakes up. I am trying to break him of that so I just yell back "Just get up!"


hehehe, my 7 year old ALWAYS tells me that she's just going to the bathroom. For 3 years now, I've always answered back "You don't have to tell me, you know!"
on Aug 13, 2005
hehehe, my 7 year old ALWAYS tells me that she's just going to the bathroom. For 3 years now, I've always answered back "You don't have to tell me, you know!"


That's not bad. I still catch myself announcing that I'm going to "go potty"