Biting the tongue

At some point during today I grew near ill of hearing my own voice. "no", "stop hitting each other" "no throwing things OWEN!!!" and so on and so forth. When I left to go to my aerobics class the silence in my Mommy wagon was so stunning I nearly shed a tear. No Joke.
I have decided that because all of this sense-less verbiage I waste on a day to day basis that does NO good whatsoever, I will, instead of spouting off with these constant commands, go on a hiatus, a "yelling strike" per say. I will certainly record the events of the day and the response of my off spring to their now seemingly mute mother. I am hopeful that I will be a better mother for it, for the fact that with out all of this hollering I just may have to moisten my mouth less, which means less trips to the kitchen for a beverage, which means less restroom visits, which in turn creates quite an ample amount of time to complete house hold tasks, which in turn creates more "Mommy" time, which in turn makes the entire house hold so much happier. Wow the possibilities that come with biting the tongue. I must tell my friends.