Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Flight of the Bumblebee

I've lost my planner.  Which is basically the same thing as losing my mind.

So, when I sat down the other day to try to scrap together my week without my actual brain, I was a little shocked at how much there actually was to do.  I mean, I was really thinking I could take it sort of easy this week.  Ha!

The week has been filled with lessons, book club meetings (well, we went to see the author of this month's book lecture at the University), more lessons, school shopping, school orientations (middle school and Kindergarten), and more coming up.

Today was cuh-razy.

And I was nearly at my wits' end with all of the girls tattling on each other in the car while we were driving tonight.  It popped into my head the comment Melissa made on my blog the other day about tattling:

"Love the family rule book.
My all time favorite for tattling came from a fellow baseball mom.
If her kids wanted to tattle, they had to sing it. Tattling soon ended.
Actually for you musical family, that might not be such a harsh thing."

So, I told the girls that they had to be opera singers if they were going to tattle on each other, or else I wasn't going to listen to what they had to say.  At first they were all, "whatever, mom" about it, but then they saw I was serious, and so the opera tattling began.  And they thought it was so funny that they deliberately started hitting and touching and bugging each other, just so that they could sing-tattle.

And I have to say, it may not have stopped the tattling, but it made it into a funny joke, so maybe I'll keep the rule around anyway.  I certainly got a kick out of it.  Bria was very melodic, while Chloe sang in a register about three octaves higher than dogs can hear (and you thought The Queen of the Night and Mariah Carey could sing high!) and Sophia mostly plugged her ears, but I heard her sing a tattle on her sisters more than a few times.  I did all my answering in opera, too, and we were having a grand old time driving down the street when all of the sudden Bria's beautiful melodicizing turned into blood-curdling shrieking.

I pulled over, and through her screaming I deduced that a gigantic bumblebee had flown in the car window and headed straight for Bria.  Kamikaze Bee crashed into her chest and landed in her lap and she was absolutely terrified (let's not forget who we are dealing with here), so I had to get out of the car and get the half-dead insect off of her lap and into the road while she refused to either move or stop screaming.  .

Disaster averted.

And then I couldn't stop laughing and laughing and laughing.  I don't think I've laughed that hard in a while.  I finally got it together and drove us to our next engagement and only let a giggle or two escape.

The moral of the story?

While a planner can help you know what stress is coming, it cannot alleviate it. Stress is best dealt with by laughing, and if you're not lucky enough to have a suicidal insect fly at you, opera-tattling will probably do the trick. 

Or something like that.

Lara Neves
Lara Neves

Lara is mom to three daughters—two teens and a tween. She loves to share her parenting and homemaking triumphs and failures here at Overstuffed! She was diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2015 and has been fighting it ever since. When she isn't working on her mother of the year award, you can find her reading, singing, or taking photos.


  1. So fun. These are things they'll remember and laugh about when they're grown up. :)

  2. That's awesome. I'd pay money to hear your amazing voice opera tattle! I always make the kids hug each other after they've had a spat. I know they loathe it (I did too when my Mama implemented it when I was a kid), that's how I know it works! And they often end up smiling after.

  3. I really need to remember to laugh more often. Your post made me think -- I'm the strict parent and Doc is the fun one.... and as I read your post it hit me that I don't think he gets any less out of them. Maybe I need to change things up a bit...

    (Gheesh! Sad that this just occurred to me!)

  4. When we went swimming the other day, I laughed deep true laughter, and it felt wonderful. I wish I could plan to laugh more, but really it just comes when it comes. P.S. Bought "Project Walking Into a Hug," and I think it will be good for us. Simply smiling, though, is so much harder than I thought it would be. I'm a grump, apparently.

  5. I'll have to try that one out with my girls!!! Thanks for the tip! And the reminder!

  6. I love the tattling consequence. Although, maybe not opera. :)
    Bria should come see our scorpions.
    Me. :)

  7. I love the idea of singing the tattle. I have teenage boys, do you think it will work for them?

    Fun post! even with a bumblebee involved. Hope she is okay from the trauma and I hope your planner finds its way back home.

  8. Literally sitting here laughing at the hysterics in the back of the car with all the girls and a bumblebee!

    Loved hearing about the singingtattle! If anything, it created a memory that they will have forever!

  9. I have a t-shirt that says, "Don't make me use my opera voice."

    I loved this, Lara. And I would have reacted precisely the same way had a giant bumble bee flown in the car window. Believe it or not, that very thing happens in my novel. Except it's two grown women who freak out and finally kill it with a... well, you'll just have to read the book, huh?

    (Provided I ever get it finished. Maybe I should put "finish novel" in my planner, and then not lose it!)

  10. hehe. what a great story! tattling drives me crazy too, but hitting is more of the issue with the boys. miss you guys!

  11. Great idea. I might have to try this.