My rice is boiling over...turn down the heat.
My son is loudly emptying the dishwasher.
Someone is at the door.
"Ethan! Could you answer the door please!" I shout.
My daughter is tooting her clarinet to the tune of When The Saints Go Marching In only feet away from me.
"Ethan! PLEASE, get the door!" I shout again.
My dog is barking ferociously at a passerby.
"Scrappy, go to your room!" I'm...still...shou-ting.
The little girls are tumbling in the living room.
"Mommy, watch me! Watch me!"
I am in the middle of a war...me versus the Miracle Whip.
The Miracle Whip won; splattering mayonnaise everywhere.
Oooh, my meat is about to burn...quick, quick, quick!!
Oh to be a fly on my wall....