(Alternatively titled: Our Second Band of America Trip)
Busy weekend …
Friday, I dropped the boys off at school like normal. Only Jazz wasn’t scheduled to attend any classes, he went straight to band, who went straight out to the football field to practice their routine. At 9:00, they loaded the buses for St. Louis.
Kevin and I ran a few errands and then picked Dude up from school at 11:00. We ate lunch at Wendy’s, grabbed a few Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks and headed out to St. Louis.
To my surprise, we caught up to the band (they ride four huge green buses – they are very hard to miss) and before long, we were playing cat and mouse, passing, being passed.
We ran into some construction and traffic came to a standstill. Luckily, the road crews opened up the lanes and we got going again after about ten minutes.
(Jazz said he never saw us, which is weird because I waved like a crazed lunatic when we passed all four buses … perhaps he saw me but couldn’t push past his band mates in order to wave back … surely he wasn’t embarrassed of me?? … Nahhh).
We made it to St. Louis at 2:30 and proceeded to check into our hotel, which was the Drury Inn right next door to the Edwards’ Dome (where the St. Louis Rams play and this hotel? I HIGHLY RECOMMEND BECAUSE OMG, IT IS SO AWESOME!)
We were assigned room 604 – I’m recording the room number because we are totally going to ask for this specific room next year, too. It was a suite complete with a sitting room and a separate room for the bedroom. That meant that Dude could sleep on the pull-out sofa and watch TV without disturbing us in the next room.
It was awesome. Dude quite liked it, too. We were also positioned so that we could look out of our window and watch all of the bands walking into the dome – another plus!
After we got settled in our room, we walked to the dome (it’s next door, remember?? SOOOOO convenient!) and settled in to watch the bands leading up to our kids’ performance.
And they performed. It was really spectacular and I was so proud (I yelled so loudly my voice was hoarse afterward and in fact, I was so animated with, erhm, my enthusiasm that I embarrassed Dude. BONUS!)
Still. I was concerned. Competition at this level, the Super Regional level, is FIERCE. As in INSANE. The shows … they are simply breath taking. The PROPS, the DANCERS, the MUSIC … it’s all quite overwhelming and I love every minute of it. Though we had a good show, I wondered if it would be good ENOUGH.
Our kids were the third to last band to play that Friday, so after prelims were over that day, we walked (I mentioned the location of this hotel is AWESOME, right?? Just checking) back to our hotel. Drury served a hot FREE dinner that we took advantage of earlier, so we grabbed a few snacks out of the vending machine and settled in for the night.
Dude out lasted us. Kevin and I zonked out around 10:00, I think Dude might have gone to bed at midnight – maybe even later.
The next morning, we got up, ate our FREE hot breakfast (yes, I am a fan of Drury Inns – bite me), and we headed home. Even though we had to pay more for the suite, it actually worked out beautifully because we were not only next door to the Dome, we didn’t have to buy dinner OR breakfast so … yeah. AWESOME.
Bands were scheduled to play all day Saturday. The last band played at 3:30, then finals would be announced at 4:00. If our kids made it, they would perform, if not, they would come home.
Jazz’s band checked out of their hotel at 10ish.
(Side Note: Jazz and his roommates left the cleaning crew a tip. They didn’t have to, and no one asked them to, they just felt like it was the right thing to do. Jazz did this last year, too. It just warms my heart that he’s such a generous, thoughtful young man. It tells me that we must be doing something right).
They went to a mall, hung out, had lunch, then went to the St. Louis zoo, in essence, to kill time before they announced the finalists.
Since we had come home, I had no idea what was going on. I kept watching the clock, wondering …. wondering ….
I kept checking the band website. The band director is on Twitter and has a Facebook page, which is great, but he doesn’t update very often, so it’s a bit maddening. And to top it off, his Facebook page is private so I only see what’s going on by the summary of his status via his Facebook web badge.
The time to find out the finalists arrived. The band director’s status started naming off names … but it cut off so I had no idea if our kids made it or not.
I tried to hack into Jazz’s Facebook account (because he’s friends with the band director), but I couldn’t figure his password out.
Then, THEN, the band director updated his FB status again.
“We perform at 9:30.”
Wait. WHAT?? Did that mean our kids made finals?!?!?!
Then, Jazz must have gotten a hold of his phone because he text me, “FINALS!”
Our kids made finals!!!! At Bands of America!!!! Out of 48 bands, our kids were one of the 14 bands going on to finals!!!
I nearly passed out from the excitement. (Yes, I get THAT into it. Bite me).
I haven’t been able to verify this, but I think this is the first time our kids have made finals at Bands of America. This was their seventh year participating … lucky number seven!
So, our kids had to put their uniforms back on and prepare to play for the final time at 9:30.
I went to the Bands of America website and noticed that you had the option of paying to watch the finals via web stream.
So, of course we paid the fee and settled back to watch the final 14 bands perform.
We called my in-laws and they came over to watch the kids perform.
When it was time for our kids to play, I was a nervous wreck. I’m pretty sure I didn’t breathe the entire time they were on the field.
They played and … I was disappointed. Something felt off. They didn’t gel as well as they had earlier.
I had a bad feeling.
Finally, FINALLY, the last band performed and it was time to assign awards.
Beginning at number 14 … I started praying, “Anything but last place, anything but last place …”
The band ended up placing 11th. Which was a disappointment but not surprising. They were sluggish and their formations were a little sloppy. I found out from Jazz today that they had scored a 78.00 at prelims, and only a 72.00 at finals. If they had scored as well at finals as they had at prelims, they would have placed 5th.
I was (and still am) a little sick about that, but of course, I didn’t tell Jazz that.
But I have to be fair. Our kids HAD to have been EXHAUSTED. They had been going, non-stop, since Friday morning and I’m sure none of the kids got very much sleep Friday night. Then they went to the mall AND the zoo Saturday and then performed again Saturday night… it’s sort of surprising none of them tripped from exhaustion.
(Side Note: Jazz said that he thinks a lot of the band sort of gave up. They were satisfied with making finals and really didn’t make much of an effort from that point on. He was disappointed by that attitude because he’s into it even more than I am – obviously).
At any rate, though it was a little disappointing, the fact that they made finals at all was quite impressive. We’re all very proud of them.
So, the band has one more competition back in St. Louis this weekend and then the season wraps up. Jazz said he expects they will have some pretty intense rehearsals this week as they are all determined to end the season with one last win.
I’d like to go this weekend, but I’m not sure it’s going to happen. Dude is burned out on the whole band thing and Kevin has a gig so he can’t go. And I’m not sure I really want to go by myself. I’m trying to talk my mom into going, but she has to try and get someone to work for her and I have yet to hear back whether she was successful or not.
I try so hard not to get SO into band season but dang it, this stuff is FUN to watch and I KNOW how hard our kids work to pull off these amazing shows.
I hate to admit it, but I think I’m living vicariously through Jazz. I know he’s making some pretty awesome memories and I’m a little jealous, I think. It reminds me of my junior and senior year in high school when I was in drama and we took our one-act play all the way to state and WON it. It’s a memory I will always treasure.
These band experiences will likely be some of Jazz’s best high school memories as well.
Let me start this off by saying, I have nothing against Oprah. I don’t watch her show very often, but the few times I have, she seems to genuinely care for people and has a giving heart.
But just because she’s famous, just because she’s been on TV for 30 years, just because she outwardly cares about people, does not mean that her views on religion are correct.
What I’m about to write about doesn’t mean MY views on religion are correct, either. In fact, don’t take my word for it, don’t take a celebrity’s word for it. The point is: what does the Bible say about it? Does the Bible back her up, or anyone else’s claims, about what God is or how God expects us to live?
The point of this post is to bring attention to the fact that famous people are just that, people. They don’t have all the answers, they aren’t the end-all answer to your prayers, they are simply sharing what they believe with the rest of the world. And unfortunately, their high profiles and massive exposure convince some people that they know what they are talking about.
The clips from this video show a woman, a powerful woman by OUR standards, try to divert attention away from the one true God. She is trying to tell people that religion is about so much more than God and His son, Jesus Christ. That it’s about an attitude, a self awareness and though she’s correct in some respect, God does promote positive thinking: Matthew 21:22: If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer – Oprah makes it sound like you can attain your life’s goals, your heart’s desire WITHOUT God. That there are many ways of obtaining that inner peace, of true salvation WITHOUT God.
That is simply not true. Though she may believe this, it doesn’t make it true.
Oprah goes on to share her defining moment – the verse where she hears that God is a jealous God. And because she is human, because she is flawed in that she is self-centered and egotistical, she thinks God is jealous of HER.
Deuteronomy 6:15 is talking about worshiping false gods. God is a jealous God in the fact that He wants to be your ONE true God. He doesn’t want to see you put your faith, your energy, your time into something that takes your attention, your focus, away from Him and His message.
This false God doesn’t have to be an entity – it can be a habit, a past time, a human, a material object, anything that you deem more worthy of your attention than God. God wants to be your one and ONLY God – that is what He means about being a jealous God.
There are soooo many distractions out there. There are sooo many people, famous or otherwise, who try and convince us that God is not real, or is not the only answer, or doesn’t exist … I don’t know why they say this, whether it’s confusion or a simple desire to divert our attention from God, but I DO know that Christians have to be more diligent nowadays. Christians have to be stronger than the tricks the adversary throws our way. Christians must control their minds and view “experts” or “celebrities” cautiously because if what they are preaching goes against the Bible, or they take a select verse out of the Bible and purposefully distort it to their own end, then we must be strong enough to discern the difference and not allow it to turn us away from God.
Turn off the TV, turn back to God.
P.S. I am not endorsing the book advertised in this clip. I haven’t read it, I really have no interest in reading it. The point I took away from this clip is this: just because someone is well known, or is respected by a large number of people, doesn’t mean they are RIGHT. ALWAYS question people and be aware of their motives. Even me. Look it up. Research God’s message on your own. Don’t be gullible. Don’t be naive.
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For I am the LORD your God, who churns up the sea so that its waves roar—the LORD Almighty is his name.
It was a perfect beach day. The sun was warming our skin just enough to make us feel like melted butter dripping down corn on the cob. The cool ocean wind unfurled our hair, now raised flags wildly whipping in the salty air. Seagulls soared against the blue canvas, screeching out their melancholy song to remind us that we were buffeted from the chaos of the civilized world. I closed my eyes and sank deeper into my relaxing bath of sand. And then the screaming began. No, it wasn’t a swimmer in jeopardy, calling out desperate pleas for help to the shore. It was my children.
All of that stuff at the beginning was a romantic notion of the beach, which I still cling to while trying to adjust to bringing three small children to my former peaceful sanctuary. I used to have just a few items to bring with me: towel, sunscreen, books, and water bottle. Once you have kids, it would be easier if you could just transfer the entire beach to your backyard. After packing shovels, buckets, sunglasses, towels, sweatshirts, snacks, and other essentials, I think we actually bring more to the beach than we leave at home. But we somehow make up for that by bringing half of the beach home and tracking it through the house. God told Abraham that his descendants would be as numerous as the sand on the seashore,  and if you need a visual aid, simply come look at our floors during the summertime.
I used to be able to sleep on the beach for hours, only waking up when the tide came in and tickled my feet with its curled fingers. Now that I’m forced to stay awake, I’ve noticed that the beach provides us with many biblical lessons. Besides, who has time to relax on the beach when there are sandcastles to build? Building a sandcastle is the best way to understand the words of Jesus as he described the building techniques of the wise man and the foolish man in the gospel of Matthew.
(24) “Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.
(25) The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.
(26) But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.
(27) The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
Even the best sandcastle in the world will eventually be demolished by the rising tide. Younger children especially are not amused when their hard work of building a sandcastle goes sailing out to sea. They rant and rave, often at the ocean, as though its waves were evil thieves who snuck into shore, clutched the castles with soggy arms, and stole away into the abyss, forever unpunished for their misdeeds. People who do not put the words of Jesus into action are often just as surprised when their lives start crumbling down around them. Perhaps we need to spend more time building sandcastles, if only to understand what our Lord was trying to tell us.
The concept of building a castle out of sand seems outlandish. The countryside of Europe is still dotted with majestic castles that are centuries old, thanks to their solid rock foundations. Their perpetual beauty seems in stark contrast with the modern world changing around them (what could be more incongruous than a fast food restaurant next door to a medieval castle?). But these castles endure because they were built on rock. Yet, people spend hours laboring to build castles—the largest of all houses—out of sand, which will only be swept out to sea. I guess people would feel silly saying, “Let’s go build a sand-shack.” So to save face, parents everywhere are forced into an unofficial contest to see who can labor more in vain to build the biggest and best castle—made of sand.
1 Corinthians 15:58
Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.
Our kids were content with their small pails and shovels until another family arrived with enough equipment to build an actual Swiss chalet. My siblings and I used to build sandcastles with our bare hands, but that was irrelevant at this point, now that the Swiss Family Robinson had apparently showed up to throw down a challenge. Nevertheless, I deftly demonstrated to our children that if you pack down the damp sand very firmly in the pail and tip it over very carefully, you will have…a pile of mud that does not even remotely resemble a castle. But hey, if you stick a flag at the top, it looks like…a pile of mud with a flag at the top. The kids couldn’t even hide their disgust at our disappointing piece of sandy real estate. Meanwhile, our new “neighbors” were loudly and rather obnoxiously rubbing in the fact that their chalet was making our “castle” look more like an ant hill.
Suddenly, God decided to provide me with yet another biblical lesson, as He drowned out their antics with His voice.
Psalm 93:3 and 4
(3) The seas have lifted up, O LORD, the seas have lifted up their voice; the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
(4) Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea—the LORD on high is mighty.
Psalm 29:3 and 4
(3) The voice of the LORD is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.
(4) The voice of the LORD is powerful; the voice of the LORD is majestic.
What was that awesome noise? The waves were rolling in like thunder, and in them I heard the majesty and power of God Almighty! The tide was starting to come in, and everyone was in a rush to save their creations. Dig a moat! Come on, hurry! Oh, how could we be so foolish to think we could deceive the boundary of the sea? A foundation of sand? Doesn’t the sea have a right to take back what is rightly its own?
Should you not fear me?” declares the LORD. “Should you not tremble in my presence? I made the sand a boundary for the sea, an everlasting barrier it cannot cross. The waves may roll, but they cannot prevail; they may roar, but they cannot cross it.
After all that hard work, the sea came bursting through its doors, rushed in, and in its uncontained excitement wiped out the whole “neighborhood,” moats and all. In an instant, I realized that the size and quality of the houses did not matter; without a solid foundation they were both completely obliterated.
When lives are built on anything other than The Cornerstone, Jesus Christ, the labor is in vain. It’s like putting suntan lotion on children before they play in the sand. They roll in the sand and come out looking like graham cracker pie crusts. Then the sand gets in the food, and you can’t just pretend it’s some organic granola. You go in the water to wash it off, and as soon as you emerge, you’re a walking mud pie. Why is it that we can understand the futility of this phenomenon, but sometimes we don’t get it when we disobey the Lord and our lives collapse like a dilapidated sandcastle?
Jesus certainly spent a lot of time around water and boats, so I like to think that he was a beach lover, just like me. Even though he would not have had the sand sculpting tools of today, it is possible that he experimented with the qualities of sand the old fashioned way, by hands-on experience. With all of the times that he was by the water, I can imagine him sometimes turning his weary face into the breeze, inhaling the moist air, and stooping down to draw his fingers through the gritty sand of the shore. Perhaps at some point, he even packed down the damp sand very firmly in a bucket, tipped it over very carefully, and discovered…a pile of mud that did not even remotely resemble a castle. I daresay that even if Jesus had built a sandcastle, it eventually would have been destroyed. But a smile would have cracked on his sun-kissed face, during the enlightening moment as his sandy creation was washed away, and his heavenly Father revealed the importance of a solid foundation.
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She noticed the knives missing from the butcher block right away.
Then the house went completely dark.
“Okay you guys,” she laughed, the sound laced with anxiety, “cut it out.”
She wished she had checked the time on her watch before the lights went out. She felt like she had been babysitting the evil twins for days instead of hours.
She heard a rustling outside the window. They had gone outside.
She mumbled under her breath and opened the closet door to grab her jacket.
The twins jumped out.
“Trick or treat!” they shouted as the door opened…
She noticed they had a knife in each hand.
Write up to 100 words, fact or fiction….
This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words (not including said prompt). The prompt this week is in bold.
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When everything is your top priority, then nothing is.
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It’s time to inject a little reality into this leftist agenda – VOTE CONSERVATIVE!
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I did not write these tips. These tips, and many more like these, can be found at Common Errors in English. So, if you disagree with these rules, then please, don’t kill the messenger. These are here just for your learning/entertainment, nothing more, and nothing less.
Now that you know my disclaimer, let’s move on to the juicy stuff … *rubs hands together in glee* …
(Some of these seem pretty obvious – but if you read as many blogs as I do – you’d be surprised how many confused people there are out there. I don’t care how much it is argued, grammatically incorrect writing makes writers look foolish).
1. BULLION/BOUILLON: Gold bricks are bullion. Boil down meat stock to get bouillon. It’s an expensive mistake to confuse bullion with bouillon in a recipe.
2. BAILOUT/BAIL OUT: Whether you are bailing out a rowboat or a bank, use the two-word spelling to describe the action of doing it (the verb form): “we need to bail out the boat before we can go fishing.”
But to label the activity itself (the noun form), use the one-word spelling: “this bailout is going to be expensive.”
3. BLINDSIGHTED/BLINDSIDED: When you are struck by surprise from an unexpected direction, you are blindsided, as if from your blind side. Do not be confused by the many punning titles using the deliberate misspelling “blindsighted” into using the latter spelling for this meaning.
4. BOUYANT/BUOYANT: Buoys are buoyant. In the older pronunciation of “buoyant” as “bwoyant” this unusual spelling made more sense. Now that the pronunciation has shifted to “boyant” we have to keep reminding ourselves that the U comes before the O. The root noun, however, though often pronounced “boy” is more traditionally pronounced “BOO-ee.”
5. BREACH/BREECH: Substitute a K for the CH in “breach” to remind you that the word has to do with breakage: you can breach (break through) a dam or breach (violate the terms of) a contract. As a noun, a breach is something broken off or open, as in a breach in a military line during combat.
“Breech” however, refers to rear ends, as in “breeches” (slang spelling “britches” ). Thus “breech cloth,” “breech birth,” or “breech-loading gun.”
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends,” means “let’s charge into the gap in the enemy’s defenses,” not “let’s reach into our pants again.”
6. BAITED BREATH/BATED BREATH: Although the odor of the chocolate truffle you just ate may be irresistible bait to your beloved, the proper expression is “bated breath.” “Bated” here means “held, abated.” You do something with bated breath when you’re so tense you’re holding your breath.
7. BEHAVIORS: “Behavior” has always referred to patterns of action, including multiple actions, and did not have a separate plural form until social scientists created it. Unless you are writing in psychology, sociology, anthropology, or a related field, it is better to avoid the use of “behaviors” in your writing.
See also peoples.
8. BASED AROUND, BASED OFF OF/BASED ON: You can build a structure around a center; but bases go on the bottom of things, so you can’t base something around something else.
Similarly, you can build something off of a starting point, but you can’t base anything off of anything. Something is always based on something else.
9. BOUGHTEN/BOUGHT: “Bought, ” not “boughten,” is the past tense of “buy.” “Store-bought,” a colloquial expression for “not home-made,” is already not formal English; but it is not improved by being turned into “store-boughten.”
10. Calvary/cavalry: “Calvary,” always capitalized, is the hill on which Jesus was crucified. It means “hill of skulls.” Soldiers mounted on horseback are cavalry.
11. CATCH 22: People familiar with Joseph Heller’s novel are irritated when they see “Catch-22” used to label any simple hitch or problem rather than this sort of circular predicament: you can’t get published until you have an agent, and you can’t get an agent until you’ve been published. “There’s a catch” will do fine for most other situations.
12. COMPRISED OF/COMPOSED OF: Although “comprise” is used primarily to mean “to include,” it is also often stretched to mean “is made up of”—a meaning that some critics object to. The most cautious route is to avoid using “of” after any form of “comprise” and substitute “is composed of” in sentences like this: “Jimmy’s paper on Marxism was composed entirely of sentences copied off the Marx Brothers Home Page.”
13. CELIBATE/CHASTE: Believe it or not, you can be celibate without being chaste, and chaste without being celibate. A celibate person is merely unmarried, usually (but not always) because of a vow of celibacy. The traditional assumption is that such a person is not having sex with anyone, which leads many to confuse the word with “chaste,” denoting someone who does not have illicit sex. A woman could have wild sex twice a day with her lawful husband and technically still be chaste, though the word is more often used to imply a general abstemiousness from sex and sexuality.
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We now have over 500 books in my Amazon Book store.
And we have about eight more bags to add.
The boys and I have been playing tag team on cataloging books. We’re storing the books in the garage because we simply don’t have room in the house (hence my laptop out in the garage – WiFi rocks, doesn’t it?) Dude puts in four bags, Jazz puts in four bags, and I take care of the challenging items. (DVD’s and misc. merchandise … which isn’t listed on Amazon, so I may end up selling it on eBay).
If you’re just tuning in, my dad cleaned out his office. He used to write online classes for a series of electronic and computer programming classes. The school he worked for sent him A LOT of material for those classes and when he retired, he wanted to get rid of them. Knowing I had an Amazon book store, he gave the material to us (a whole TRUCK load of stuff) and the boys and I have been busy cataloging the books ever since.
At first, the boys didn’t quite understand the earning potential behind this little venture.
However, they got it today.
We sold six books yesterday – SIX TEXTBOOKS. Textbooks bring in big bucks, especially when they are in “new” condition, which most of these books were. We have a certain “code” we put into the book’s notes so I can tell who cataloged the book. That person is then responsible for packaging the book and then taking it to the post office. (If it’s Jazz, then I have to take him since he can’t drive yet. If it’s Dude, he can drive himself). That boy in turn, gets the proceeds (minus postage).
I taught the boys how to package it and Dude and I drove up to the post office so I could teach him what to say and what to expect so that the next time, he can do it on his own.
Even though the boys are QUITE pleased with the dollar amount they got for the books that sold, I still don’t think they really get it. Amazon deposits any money we’ve made from the book store into our checking account every two weeks and the next cycle won’t be for another two weeks, so the boys haven’t received the money … yet. But as soon as Amazon pays us, we’ll pay the boys. (I’ve got a list started).
Cataloging books is quite tedious and a bit time consuming and the pay off only has POTENTIAL – there’s no guarantee the books will sell, but any money they make? Will be more than they had to begin with.
(By the way, the Fall library book sale begins next week. I shouldn’t go, I really shouldn’t – if we have to store any more books, Kevin is likely to go crazy, but I simply don’t know how I CAN’T go, I mean, BOOKS … FOR CHEAP?? I must go. There’s really no way I can’t go. It’s a sickness, I tell ya. Do me a favor? Go shop in my Amazon book store, take some books off my hands. :D)
That’s okay sweetie, mommies aren’t exactly feeling the love for their children all the time, either.
But don’t worry, that feeling is usually fleeting and we wouldn’t trade you for all the chocolate or cute kitties in the world. (Mostly).
(And OMG, I miss that little boy voice. Soooo cute. And no, he’s not mine. But I’d take him. With the mother’s permission, of course. I’m not like … oh never mind.).
Lori could feel nearly every muscle, every nerve, tighten painfully. She placed her hands on the washing machine and held on. She watched the water pour into the tub. Her anxiety was nearly palpable.
She could just make out her baby’s shrill cries over the noise of the machine. Two days now she’d listen to her daughter scream so loudly it made her brain vibrate. She couldn’t take much more. She was tired and frustrated.
“If only I had a hammer!” She yelled into the basin. She gasped at the sheer energy of her outburst and immediately felt sick.
It was time to get help.
Write up to 100 words, fact or fiction….
This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words (not including said prompt). The prompt this week is in bold.