I’ve got 3.5 minutes to mow my eyebrows and protect myself from accidentally being mistaken for Groucho Marks’ missing granddaughter.  My pre-schoolers are as bored as deserted island castaways.  I’ve got 3.5 minutes before all hell breaks loose.  The absolute only place left in the entire house for my kids to sit is on the floor in the bathroom at my feet.

“Ouch….ouch….ouch…ouch…ouch…ouch…Ben;  stop that.

Ouch…ouch…ouch…  Ben;  stop making your sister smell your feet.

Ouch…Ben!  I said stop it.  What did you do, change your name?  I’m talking to you!

Ouch…ouch…ouch… BEN!”

My 3.5 minutes are up.

More About Marlene Smith

Currently writing in the parenting/children, food, and business niches.  Previous works include guest blog posts, magazine articles, and B2B copy experience.  Feel free to visit me at http://www.marlenesmithwrites.com.