which excited the dog so much he peed everywhere (although it may have been in self-defense - by that time I was screeching so loud that the windows were rattling) and ran in circles and bit his tail,
yelping so loud he startled the amok twins. Cass stopped jumping on the couch in mid-leap, Rosey leaned in to look, and Cass fell on her. Rosey screeched and
the phone rang and I couldn't hear my mother on the phone until
she was half-way through the aghast lecture on 'why don't you control your children?' which
made me full of guilt and snappish and short with her,
which translated into me getting off the phone, looking around at the wreck of the house and realizing that this time, she's right, and becoming even more snappish and short-tempered with the kidlets,
who were so high on chocolate they didn't care.
*Cheeks bulging with jellybeans. Bulging. Like a little squirrel.