I didn't know I was a yeller until I had a two-year-old. Or maybe it started upon the arrival of a second child. Anyway, I'm a yeller. I'm loud anyway, and the frustration of the Terrific Twos sends me into yelling mode on a regular basis. It's not a screaming rage, mind you (most of the time) but it gets loud in our house and it's not always the under-three set causing the commotion.
I was getting Joshua set up to watch a video this morning while I put Clare to bed and when I turned on the TV "One Fine Day" was playing. Michelle Pfeiffer was in the police station yelling frantically about whatever it was that was upsetting her (I've never seen it), and Joshua said, "Is she yelling, Mama?"
Never one to pass up an opportunity to make myself feel more guilty than normal, I said, "She sure is. Does that sound like Mama? Does Mama yell like that?"
He thought for a moment before answering, "No. You don't. I think you're always fine."
Maybe I'll take a quarter out of the therapy jar and buy me something nice.