STOP! Stttop! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!! Be quiet! You be quiet! Mom, why are you blaming me!! He hit me! You’re a plop! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!. STOP! I’m trying to read! Can I watch? You’re a jerk!. You’re a jerk! I don’t want to do my homework! I want to go outside! Will you feed the cats Not my day-will you pay me? It’s not fair! STOPPPPP! Practice piano-COME ON-that’s so not fair!! Can you make me something to eat?! Come on! We’re going to be late for my baseball game!! Thanks Mom-love ya. Family time.
There was a time when Sunday was a day of rest. Does such a concept exist any more? I woke up today, Memorial Day, to the rumbling of a neighbor’s electric lawn mower. It reminded me of Thanksgiving morning. As I sat to have a quiet cup of coffee, I was assaulted with a team of men dressed like the ghost-busters attacking a yard covered in fallen leaves. If not a day, can we agree to a morning of quiet?