The Chance to be Heard, FINALLY

Five other people live in my house, six if you include the cat. That's 24 ears. At any given moment I am sure not more than two ears, not from the same people, are actually working and can hear me. Mothers spend a lot of their time going unheard.

What?

Huh?

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

That is the soundtrack of my day. I talk and no one hears me.

Head over to Peanut Butter in my Hair at Chicago Parent to hear how I finally was heard, and how you can be too.