My Echo

Do I hear an echo? A constant echo of my own voice. Someone pushed the "repeat" button on my lips. Why is it that I am always having to repeat myself? Every day! This must be a requirement that I must do as being your Mama?

One of you has the gift of selective hearing. You stubbornly hear what you want to hear...and if you don't like what you hear, than you scream. The first time I ask, most likely your response is NO. Then there are times that I tell you to do something and you don't respond.
Tell again.
No response.
Again.
Nope.
.....sigh.


One of you tries to hear me, but when asked or rather told to do something, you forget as your mind wanders off into your land of la-la. So yet, I hear my echo...asking again for you to follow through the task I have once, twice, three times already asked. And thus, I still see the boots lying on the floor in my bathroom. ....sigh.

And then there is you, whom I think has a sense of humor and learns quickly from the others how to use selective hearing. I call you to stop or come and what do you do? Turn. Look at me and run. I REPEAT....and you continue to run and giggle. You are a little stinker....you have found out how to push that "repeat" button. ....sigh.

How many times do I need to tell you?
Once

Do I need to repeat myself?
No

Then??
Okay Mom, okay...just a minute.....

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock.....

Sigh.

(Maybe this is why I don't like laundry. Wash. Rinse. Dry. Repeat....)