The kids are all fighting amongst themselves and are driving me NUTS plus hubby is going to be late ... oh goodie. To save me going into full screaming banshee, fish wife mode, I've put the iPod on and have turned the music up ... I'm thinking loud music will help me drown out the continuous squabbling that's going on. When the kids are fighting like this, it usually involves someone raising their voice & then the other trumping it with an even louder voice, I describe it to others as if I were living in a Simpsons episode, in particular "Theres's No Disgrace Like Home" from Season 1. The kids, plus Marge have all disgraced themselves at Homer's work party so he decides to take the family to Dr Marvin Monroe's Family Therapy Centre where he's guaranteed a "bit of family bliss or double your money back." It soon erupts into some electroshock therapy and mayhem ensues. Priceless!
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Would you call DOCS if I said I wouldn't mind doing some of this at the moment ;-)
So rather than rig up some colanders, coiling from the toaster, gaffer tape & attach it all to my children's heads, I thought I'd turn up the volume and pretend I was somewhere else just for a moment.
1982 "Town Called Malice" by The Jam. Look at you Paul Weller (not the guy pictured here), with your pixie hair cut & slightly angsty young modern look.
If I could dance, I'd be burning up the kitchen floor working off some family frustration, just like Billy Elliot did in the movie and hopefully by the end of the song I'd be thinking, there's no place like home ;-)