||[Mar. 10th, 2019|07:02 pm]
When I was younger, losing my voice was actually kinda fun. It was dramatic, didn't hurt much, and everybody was so sympathetic all day.|
Now that I'm an adult, especially an adult with kids, losing my voice is just a pain in the butt. The toddler wants me to sing Happy Birthday over and over to every family member and fictional character that she knows, and I don't know how many more rounds I have in me. I can't get the six-year-old to listen to me because hey, Mom's whispering, so whatever it is, it can't be that important. We were going to try to record a play session for the game, but Annie sounds like an old screen door that's maybe possessed by a demon, so that's not happening 'til next week at the earliest.
And I know I'm dragging out the laryngitis with every forceful croak at somebody to put that down, give that back to her, your basketball's on the porch, okay fine here's another graham cracker. But just not talking for a day isn't an option.