Country-Fried Mama

A Yankee “mutha” raising kids in the deep, deep, DEEP South

Cacophony

Posted by CountryFriedMama on Jan-27-2009

There are hours during the morning and afternoon in which things can be pretty dull at our house.  Miss D. might be at school, or Belly might be asleep.  It can get quiet here, even with two little ones about.  But once the sun goes down, it is hard to hear my own thoughts.

By 5 p.m., I’m preparing three meals (one for me and Country-Fried Daddy, one for Belly, one for Miss D.).  While I curse cook, Miss D. torments plays with Belly.

At the same time, I’m listening to the news in an attempt to remember there are things going on in the world that are bigger than Belly’s orange poop (although those can be pretty big) and Miss D.’s increasingly extreme temper tantrums.

The sound of this chaos can sometimes be too much.

A transcript from a scene in my kitchen late last week:

This is All Things Considered.  I’m Robert Segal…


Miss D [dancing with Teddy and singing the tune from Sleeping Beauty,

which is impossible to purge from my mind once I hear it]:

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

Senate Democrats issued their stimulus proposal today…


Belly [in her exersaucer, greeting her reflection]:

Eeeeeeeeee!   Eeeeeeeeee!   Eeeeeeee!

The Congolese government today…


Country-Fried Mama [trying to hide the sound of her impatience]:

Miss D., you can’t sit on my lap while I’m feeding Belly.

What is the mood like at Guantanamo?


Miss D. [With middle finger extended]:

Ahhh!  I bit my finger!

CFM:

Well, don’t eat with your hands in your mouth,

and you won’t bite your fingers.

Bill Gates plans to weigh in on Monday with his first annual letter about the work he’s been doing since leaving Microsoft


Miss D [Sounding at first surprised, and then gleeful]:

I pee-peed!  I’m pee-peeing!

And shooting a film like Slumdog Millionaire was especially complicated…


Miss D:

I’m done.  You need to clean me up now.

It’s 6 o’clock.  Marketplace is next…


Needless to say, I can start conversations about almost any current event, but I can’t usually finish them.


Miss D. enjoying the final moments of a warm afternoon before heading inside for the frenzied end to the day.

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  1. CFD Said,

    We should call NPR. Seriously, Miss D and Belly could be panelists on, “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me,” with Mo Rocca, Paula Poundstone and Roy Blount Jr. And, of course, Carl Kasell and Peter Segal.

    I know I’m a dork, but that would be awesome.

    http://www.npr.org/programs/waitwait/

  2. Super Mega Dad Said,

    It’s always fun creating multiple meals for the family. Won’t it be great when the kids get older and expand their tastes a little beyond chicken nuggets? Think of all the time we’ll save!

  3. CountryFriedMama Said,

    Super Mega Dad,

    It will certainly be great when we no longer have to eat things that end in “nugget” or “stick.”

  4. KathyB! Said,

    I applaud your efforts for even trying to listen to the tv news. I just gave up! It gets really bad when the kids get older and start asking complicated questions about world affairs that can’t really be answered in the manner that the child would like. It’s not the you don’t KNOW the answer — they just don’t LIKE the answer.

  5. Bubbe Said,

    “I’m done so clean me up?????”

  6. Stesha Said,

    Nice blog!
    Visiting from Sits.

    Hugs and Mocha,
    Stesha

  7. Amber Said,

    You are such a nicer person that I am. My munchkin eats what we do. No separate meals for him.

  8. Audrey Said,

    I’m so proud to know someone who watches the news. By supper I am bribing her with Kipper. We don’t do seperate meals either. Not comes I’m tough but lazy. She would spit them out anyway. It’s just fun to spit out food someone has paid for and slaved over.

  9. CountryFriedMama Said,

    Oh, let me clarify. Miss D. gets a separate meal because I cannot manage to fix our “real” dinner until 7 p.m. at the earliest, which is her bedtime. Usually, she gets our leftovers from the evening before.

    Although, I must admit, she is going through a phase in which she does not like things that are “mixed.” Rice is okay. Okra is okay. Corn is okay. Sausage is okay. Jambalaya, for some reason, is not okay.

  10. Country Granny Said,

    CFD didn’t like things mixed either when he was Miss D’s age. She’ll grow out of it and you may even be there to see it :-)

  11. Tiffany Said,

    I’m not sure I”ve had a complete conversation since my first child was born! I like your description of trying to listen to the radio :-)

  12. Gibby Said,

    Cute pic! Actually, I think listening to the news that way is much less depressing! I can’t have the news on around dinner anymore because most of the stories freak out my 7-year-old. So sad when the news isn’t even PG.

  13. ck Said,

    What? There are things going on in the world outside of my house? Fascinating…

  14. Angie Said,

    What is it about that time of day??? I honestly haven’t watched any news in about a week. If anyone wants to fight with me on politics now would be the time. I’m clueless.

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