I find myself doing a very strange thing in the past year. I talk to myself and it bothers me. It is not just at home. I am mumbling in the store. I am discussing quantities, recipes and prices with myself. I am blogging and I am chattering away. I am grumbling as I pick up after my lovely, but very messy children. Then all of a sudden I stop, look around and think who the hell am I talking to right now?
I did not do this when I was younger. I think it started when the kids were toddlers. I would push them around in carts and strollers talking. They would just stare at me as I sang, and babbled on and on. Well, it was what a good parent does. One must develop those verbal skills. It worked as my children are very verbal. Both are great readers, writers and communicators. There is only one small problem, I am still talking away and now no one is there.
The people around me at Meijer’s and Wal-Mart are very kind. They never say a word. They pretend they don’t hear me. And once a very kind older woman was smiling. She comforted me and said she understood. I try to explain my theory as to why I was discussing how much yardage of tulle to buy. You see it is to make some bows and………. Oh dear Lord, I am the person I laughed at when I was young. No one really cares, but I feel I must explain. I was not like this always. It’s the kids. I tell you the kids did it.