A few days later, after she had finally brought the baby home we were all sitting around the dinner table scarfing down a frozen pizza when the baby started to cry. Heather quickly rushed into her room and scooped the baby up in her arms. "Little podunk, why are you crying?" she asked in a voice so high it could have sent roaches running from the walls. She stood there in her sweat pants and tee-shirt with her hair swept into a off-centered ponytail staring down at her baby.
He sat down on the hardwood floor, thinking about what he has done. But ten minutes later, he started getting bored, so Toby started to run around the apartment again, waving his blankets around. “What did I tell you about waving those damned blankets around here?” Toby’s mom questioned madly. “Sorry” Toby said again. “Well sorry doesn’t cut it you stupid little brat.” Toby’s mom said in a condescending tone.
She gave me a pointed look, and I hung my head as I trudged back to get the silver metal bowl my mom was holding out for me. (-compound sentence) I stared at it dejectedly, my happy spirits draining away, and attempted my best puppy dog face along with a, “But mooooooooooom… I fed the dog yesterday!” (-dialogue) She replied, “Well you could always ask your sister to do it,” with a smug look of triumph. I immediately caved due to the horrifying prospect of my only alternative: waking my teenage sister at seven a.m. to feed her dog (-irony). I shuddered. (-simple sentence) So I prepared Abby’s food and some of my cheer seeped back as I danced around the kitchen.
Megan E. Sizemore ENG 102 (MWF 1:25-2:15 PM) Professor Mullen 26 April 2015 Personal Narrative: Moving Oh, how I love to clean! I would have never imagined me cleaning my bedroom for the very last time. I remember vividly the last look I gave that empty bedroom of mine. There were sudden flashbacks of the memories I had made in that house, rather it was helping my mother cook or raising my kitten, my entire childhood was spent in between those walls. Several tears were cried in this house, like the time I about lost my grandfather due to a heart attack, or the several laughs I had with my friends at each one of my birthday parties that were hosted here.
While my husband showered, I begrudging pulled sleepy little girls from their warm beds, which lead to whining, threats of lateness and all around muffin morning unhappiness. Blissfully unaware of muffin day’s darker side, a whistling and clean-shaven muffin day creator arrived in the kitchen to collect his two angels with backpacks, shoes and jackets on bouncing with muffin day excitement. (At least, that’s my perspective). With horns sinking back into our heads, we’d all wave farewells and blow kisses no matter how tense muffins mornings got. Van Halen thumped and vibrated from the car long after I could see them.
Pat runs up from the basement and reminds me I have to take him to guitar practice now or he'll be late. Maura bounces down the steps, pokes her finger in my ribs and shouts, "I need help with my Algebra but give me the keys 'cause I have to run to school to get my history book and Mom says give Meghan a bath before you put her to bed and have the kitchen looking as nice as it did when she left, which was spotless." I won't tell you how I reacted that evening. As married-with-children typically means both partners are working, the need to cope with such situations has become a daily necessity. For you fathers, who haven't acquired the natural mothering instincts, here are some pointers I've learned the hard way to ease the pressures of work and family: Don't think that by ignoring the family they'll go away.
Give your favorite Aunt Gaye a hug!” pulling me under her arm. I yanked my head away, but I already got disillusioned by the smell of month old gym clothes. “And who is this fine young boy behind you?” I was so red by this point that I just took him to the kitchen, introduced him to the rest of my family, that was there. While introducing Adam to Casey and Ben, Gracie, my three year old cousin, ran into me, knocked me off my feet, while giving me the biggest bear hug ever. She rapidly ran away just after noticing Adam; she is very shy.
“Have you been cracking eggs this whole day?” her husband scoffed as he saw his wife watching TV while comfortably lying down on the couch. “No, I was just waiting for you to arrive home,” she said as she turned off the TV. “Well get up and do some work, you useless wife.” Deepika had actually been preparing her husband’s surprise birthday party the whole day. She invited all his friends and family, made an elegant cake by her own hands, and even created a slideshow that contained pictures of Rohit’s travels around the world. Even though she had been enduring hurtful taunts from him since she was married, Deepika didn’t want to create any arguments since she did not want to ruin the party.
The house was the same unusual quiet that it was on a Saturday morning, her mum still in bed and her brother crashed out on the couch probably stuffing his face with the first, most unhealthy thing he could find in the kitchen. She decided to go downstairs for some breakfast. "Joel get up you lazy get! Jo is right, all you ever do is eat and sleep!" she stormed past him into the kitchen to put the kettle on for her mum.
The boy, with nothing to do, starts dreaming about the Bible’s story his mother often tells him. He dreams about having a flood and all the houses are floating on water then fall asleep. When he wakes up, he notices something he has only smelled twice in his life, ham. The boy notices that his mother is humming as well; she always hums when she is worried. After eating the ham for breakfast, his mother begins mending his father’s overall.