The Way You Sound

I have decided you can not hear the way you sound, because if you could- you wouldn't sound like that.
Mean.
Like being nice would cost you too much money and we all know you have none.
So, I have this crappy day full of crying background music.
I wake up and my one daughter is crying.
I fry eggs- and off goes the other one.
It's swimming lessons, lets cry some more.
I end up in the pool- and that's no laughing matter.
When I'm feeding my kids frozen yogurt and adding minutes together to figure out when I'm due for an explosion of tears- I find myself wiping at my own eyes.
So, I call you.
When tough gets going- I call.
And somehow you haven't learnt that I call only when I need you.
And you sound,
well you sound so mean.
And I am just the go-to girl for tantrums and tears.
And your voice might not be laced with tears- but your tantrum is evident.
The way you say your words sounds like they are being spit out at me.
And now I'm wet again.
Does it really matter why?