The Twitch

Have you ever seen a movie where the character has an involuntary eye twitch caused by something or someone that really annoys them? No? Well, then perhaps you have seen someone walking around with a slight twitch to one eye. I would wager my weekly paycheck (oh wait...I don't get a paycheck for this job) that this person is a parent. Today, it was raining. Oh that's all fine and dandy to the average childless person who wants to stay inside and read a good book while the rain patters lightly on the window. I, having two children, also hear the pattering on the window. Only it's not light. And it's not rain. It's two children banging their hands against the glass in hopes of making a quick escape. Rain = unhappy kids. After an entire day of nonstop screaming, fussing, whining, fighting, begging, and sheer boredom, I have found my twitch. After Abby's final screamfest for the night, I actually felt my eye twitch. I thought at first that I simply imagined it. Because in my head, my eye would be twitching nonstop during these dreary days. But then it twitched again. Okay. So maybe it didn't look as dramatic as characters in the movies make it out to be. But I definitely felt like it could easily reach that point if bedtime wasn't around the corner. I love my wonderful children. Really. I do. But sometimes, I just can't help but feel like they intentionally find ways to poke my nervous system to seek out the systematical errors. What else do you expect them to do on a cold, rainy day?