All I can say is, I hope it gets better. Sometimes I wonder if its not detrimental to my singing having to listen to screaming all the time. I don't want to have to get a hearing aid one day. Well, nobody is really screaming anymore, its more like working in a sawmill. The noise is constant and you have to shout to actually get a point across to your fellow workers. uuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! uwaaah! uuwaaaah! uuuwwaaaaaaaah! (seeing it written doesn't even compare to the actual sound) One would think that if you are old enough to say "where my mommy at?"--a four word sentence (even though there is an unnecessary preposition at the end)--you would not cry all day or need to be held all the time. But sadly that isn't the case. And it has affected Miss Saige so, that it is all she can think of to blog about.
My Year: Final Post
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