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It’s my sister’s turn…

Aaaaahhhh…. do you hear that? What? You don’t hear anything? Precisely… and it’s a beautiful sound.

Noah is over at his cousins’ house having a sleepover right now.

That means right now… it’s my sister’s turn.

It’s my sister’s turn to tell the boys to stop climbing up the stair banister.

It’s my sister’s turn to wonder why the boys suddenly went quiet.

It’s my sister’s turn to get into the middle of all the sudden and unexpected fights and outbursts.

It’s my sister’s turn to tell the boys no more candy until they eat some real food.

It’s my sister’s turn to figure out who’s crying, where they’re crying, and why they’re crying. It’s also her turn to stop the crying.

It’s my sister’s turn to combat the demands for more time before bed.

It’s my sister’s turn to clean-up all the spilled popcorn.

It’s my sister’s turn to fight the pajama fight.

It’s my sister’s turn to demand a quality mouth cleaning for three boys.

It’s my sister’s turn to smell the breath of three boys to make sure the mouth cleaning happened.

It’s my sister’s turn to sit the boys down and lay out the rules of bedtime.

>> I wrote this entry and published it on my Babble Voices blog, and I’m only allowed to post a snippet of it here. Read the rest of it on Danoah Unleashed >>

 

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