Lets use our indoor voice =|

So it's four in the afternoon and my husband just walks in the door after a full day at work. And I feel like a kid, it's like the best thing that has happened all day, an actual adult has willingly walked into the madhouse. and soon really soon I will be able to talk to him. I really cant wait. so first I have to wait for the kids to scream "daddy daddy" "guess what I did today" or " mommy didn't let me do this or that" like I’m the bad guy for not letting my four year old scramble off into the woods alone, oh sorry not alone, but with her favorite doll. So I wait my turn and after wading through 4 kids that are still hanging on him he gets to me. It's like gold, I don't want to let it out of my sight! so I know I can't bombard him with all the boring endless details of the day all at once. In fact I can't talk to him about anything because all the kids are still yelling nonsense at him. Well not nonsense to them but I’ve heard it all already, I lived through it today, so I really don't want to hear about our horrible poo in the carpet incident again. So in a loud yet nice voice I say lets all use our indoor voices, your hurting my ears. Silence! WOW...it's amazing. for half a millisecond. yup that’s about how long that lasts. so they all start up louder than before. Oh how it's driving me crazy, plus I have a hundred things I need to talk to heath about and I need to start dinner, and switch the laundry, and clean off the table, and I can feel dirt on my floors, and what’s that smell, is that poop again how many times a day can a baby poo? It all feels so overwhelming not to mention the fact that I have the smallest darkest kitchen EVER! "ENOUGH" I yell. claustrophobia took over for a minute. why would anyone want to come home to this. I know I look like holy hell, and the kids are only half dressed. "Go Play NOW!" this to them is like saying go pull your toe nail out. My 10 year old urgghhh's and goes off, my four year old drops her head and slowly mopes off to her room, my two year old runs in circles yelling "no, no, no" and my 1 year old is still pawing at heaths leg to be picked up. The two year old will eventually run off to play. so this I can deal with. I turn to heath who is looking at me like a pathetic mental patient and I self consciously fix my hair. Do I look that bad? what is he seeing? Poor guy. so I start to tell him the important news of the day like the poo in the carpet only my side of it, and he hands me the baby. What the hell. I've been holding him all damn day. He bends sown gives me a kiss and retreats into the bedroom to change and then to the bathroom to do his manly clean up of himself. he's been in the house ten minutes and he gets to hide already. now by this time like clockwork I can hear the kids wrestling in the living room, and I know I have to moderate or it will only turn into an all out brawl. My head hurts, and the kids are screaming, they are having fun, and laughing with each other, which is so nice but they are all sooo loud. "use our indoor voice, and got off the T.V.!!! the last part came out as a yell. oopps. When heath feels like emerging which isn't long I’m sure it just seems that way. like when your in a disaster, and it seems like hours till the police get there but it was really only five minutes. That’s what it feels like. When he walks through the door it's like I can clock out. only I can't. Mom's can't clock out. we are supposed to keep smiling and using our sweet indoor voices to talk to the kids about what they should and shouldn't be doing. or our husbands look at us like we are an overworked crazy hot mess. and we might be, but who wants to look like that? not this gal.  So I try hard to use my indoor voice.  Yeah lets see how well that works.