Sometimes all I want is just an hour of quiet. It’s probably too much to ask.
Sophia loves to talk. I have no idea where she gets that from (yeah right). Sure, I could just pretend to do the, “yeah,” “uh-huh” “ok” answers. However, she asks a ton of questions. Then follows up with, “Right momma?”
Most moms might just say “Right.” But I have no idea what kind of trouble I’ll get myself into. She’s always telling me her ideas of things she wants to do. If I ok them, she’ll actually do it. Hence I have to listen to my child.
Sophia starts talking the moment she wakes me up in the morning. She talks while she brushes her teeth (or rather while she holds her toothbrush). She talks while she’s using the bathroom.
Add that to baby Jaxson, who is probably teething but I-can’t-see-any-teeth-about-to-pop-out. He’s been clingy, cranky, and still cute dammit.
I wish I could just put in ear plugs in that twilight hour before dinner time. Block out all sounds until hubby gets home from work. Then again, someone might call child services on me.
Or maybe I should just make a martini instead?