Me: (for the 900th time)
"ok guys (addressing my husband and 3 children) - we need to settle down and read stories - put the soccer balls away."
****minutes tick by*****
Me: (Quietly from the top of the stairs - almost under my breath)
"my eye is starting to twitch".
"uh oh guys - we gotta stop"
"Because Mommy is about to go postal".
"What is that?"
"She is at the end of her rope."
"How do you know?"
"Never good when her eye twitches - you better hurry."