Admittedly, I was not prepared for a lot of things when it came to becoming a mother, but the insane amount of noise has got to be the most frustrating.
I did not know that from sun up to sun down chitter chatter, mumbo jumbo and other strange and peculiar sounds would come flooding out of my son.
Lucas recounts his day, acts outs books we read and shows he watches, relives events that took place the previous week and asks a million questions in between.
Oh my God, the questions… they make my head spin as I carefully do my best to answer each one.
What are you doing?
Why are you doing that?
Where did that come from?
Where are we going?
Why are we going this way?
Who will be there?
Do they have cars?
Can I get a car?
What about a train?
Most of the time it is music to my ears. I love being able to carry on a complete conversation with Lucas and hearing him talk to himself and sing is delightful, but sometimes I feel like my head might explode from the incessantness. He never shuts up. His mind is curious and he has a lot to say.
Sometimes I need a moment of silence.
A moment to catch my breath and hear myself think.
A moment longer than a stolen bathroom break will allow, especially since my little boy is typically accompanying me in there as well.
Can I flush the toilet when you’re done?
Can I see?
Can I close the lid?
Why are you washing your hands?
I need to wash my hands too.
Mmm, that soap smells good.
I need to take a bath tonight.
After Lucas finally goes to bed each night, I feel guilty for being so silent around my husband, but I am relishing quiet as much as I know he is.
How do you cope with the noise maker(s) in your life?