I've noticed that mothers have a peculiar ability to talk, you know, just sort of on and on, randomly about stuff, and to about six different people about different stuff, at the same time, even while performing a task, like, shopping at the grocery store.
I could never figure out if it was that motherhood had somehow turned them chatty, or if only chatty people become mothers. Either way, I think I'm doomed; I just can't talk like that; it makes the muscles in my face tired. How do they do it?!
"So I was saying to her, wouldn't you prefer to... Hey, watch your fingers, honey, that's sharp... have a larger party, and we could, ...excuse me, does this come in a larger size? ...you know, bring some salads, or something, if they had the... Honey, you have GOT to stop pulling on that... if they provided the hamburgers and hotdogs... oh, thanks, they're in aisle 8? ...Hello? Yes, hon, we're just getting the last thing and we'll be home in... excuse me, the guy at the meat counter told me there were more of these in aisle 8? Thanks... home in just a few minutes, so if you could start the grill... SARAH FOR THE LAST TIME WOULD YOU PUT THAT DOWN... ok, love you hon, bye... but then... no, Sarah, we're NOT buying that today... she forgot to get the meat, and so all we had to eat was salad!"
About Me
- k8fh
- I'm just like everyone else; a mass of contradictions.... I want things to go my way, but I'm often disappointed by the outcome when they do. I love solitude, but choose to spend most of my time with people. I long for, but am terrified of, permanence. Learning to embrace (or at least endure) loss of any kind is my greatest challenge. I live in Oneonta with my good friend Joel, my ex-boyfriend's cat, Clovis, and a ton of plants.
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I walked around a supermarket listening to three women who were having this exact conversation. When the cops came up behind me with their cuffs, there was no way I could explain what must have semed like stalking. In court, I could only plead "mesmerised and confused". What else can you plead if you listen to three women with their simultaneous talk?
Unfortunately, talking is a by-product of motherhood. You soon learn to cope with it, but sometimes you get fed up of the sound of your own voice (and, presumably, so does everyone else around you...)
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