I really need to find the Parent Voice. You know the voice I am talking about; that stop you dead in your tracks voice. My Dad has that voice. Once when I stayed with my dad for a few days while visiting his side of the family it didn't matter that I was in my 20's, he lived half a continent away for most of my life, and we only saw him every few years, he spoke to a friend's child in that voice and I snapped to attention and felt guilty even though I was just drinking coffee.
I don't have that voice. I say my kids names in what I think is the Parent Voice because they are doing something wrong and not listening when I ask them to stop and they look at me like "Yeah? And?" I wish I knew where to get that voice, it might make my kids pay attention for a second anyway.
Although; the Parent Voice would probably have to fight for space with all the other voices in my head; but maybe because it is the Parent Voice it can just give The Look and make the other voices stop and pay attention. Yeah; I really need a Parent Voice.
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- Crazy In The Making
- Start with a 50 hour work week, add a 70 mile drive from a corn field to the sprawling metropolis and repeat homeward bound 6 days a week. Sprinkle with a nearly 5 year old who’s favorite game is playing Mommy with a 3 year old mama’s boy. Mix in a husband whose love/hate and on/off again relationship with his Bands is enough to give the neighbors dog whiplash. Stir in enough coffee to keep it all going, and you have Crazy In The Making.
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