Shut up Puleeze!

Shut up Puleeze!

The noise is tremendous. Hard to imagine 3 little kids can make this much noise. I yell at them to be quiet, but they don’t listen. I yell shut up and receive no more response than before.

I long for the soundless evenings when their father is here and all it takes is a look and they all shut up promptly.

Daddy’s home!” I yell into the din.

All 3 kids immediately shut up and run to the door. It opens and they hug him.

Have you been good girls for mommy?”

Yes, daddy, just like everyday.”



About Tessa

My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts. I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife".  This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation). I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content. I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
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8 Responses to Shut up Puleeze!

  1. deanabo says:

    I know those days well!


    • Tessa says:

      It always annoyed me that they listened to him with barely a murmur and I could scream til the cows came home. But then we did that to my mom as well LOL!


  2. barbara says:

    I remember those days. 🙂 Nice take on the prompt


  3. jannatwrites says:

    Oh if we were too awful, my mom’s threat was ‘wait ’til your dad gets home’. It was an anxious wait, but not in a good way 🙂


    • Tessa says:

      Same here Janna, same here. All my dad had to do was snap his fingers and we snapped to attention, sat down and clasped our hands together and shut up. 🙂


  4. Ah yes. I remember how much more “respect” I gave to my father than my mother. The sad reality is that I knew my father had more physical capability to follow through than my mother. Not that my father needed to, that was the beauty of his authority of course.


    • Tessa says:

      Same here. There is something about the male voice and authority. He snapped his fingers and we all stopped whatever we were doing and sat down, shutup and put our hands in our laps while our cousins continued running around. Thank you for stopping by!


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