I like quiet. Which is odd considering I work in a noisy environment (my choice), am a mother to two exuberant ADHD (read: noisy) children (also my choice) and am married (again, my choice) to a man who holds as part of his creed that no movie shall be viewed at anything less than full-volume in order to achieve movie theater quality (read: deafness-inducing and NOT my choice). Actually, my theory is he’s losing his hearing but his version makes him happy so we’ll stick with it for the time being.
This probably explains my love of long baths and frequent trips to the little girls’ room. Himself thinks I’m simply filthy…and incontinent.
Wanna know how to get an extra 20 minutes of quiet in the bathroom? Heehee. Here’s a “My Imperfect Life” exclusive mom sanity saver. Nothing, and I mean nothing, gets ’em scooting out of radar range faster than when you utter these nuggets of awesomeness: “Mommy has an upset tummy“. It’s like watching cockroaches scatter when you flip on the lights. Twisted, yes. Effective? Indubitably.
Do I mind talking? Not at all and I pull it off fairly well putting to rest any lingering ideas that those of us more quiet types are really knuckle-dragging throwbacks to the caveman days. There are some days when I wish communication could be accomplished solely by hand gestures, but being an educated gal, I appreciate that flipping folks the bird will only get me so far.
My point? I’m so glad you asked.
My point is that I have a limited capacity for conversation, so choosing your words wisely really counts here. Once my built-in conversation meter hits ’tilt’, you’re outta luck and I’m zoning out.
Which brings me to my second point…
I don’t mind Chatty Cathys in the least. I’ll talk your ear off if the subject is scintillating and has a point. Wanna discuss politics, quilting, Tom Selleck’s buns? I’m in! What I mind is someone who loves the sound of their own voice (and assumes I do, too) and goes on and on…about nothing at all. Get to the point already! It’s exhausting, and to the susceptible, contagious. It’s like verbal Ebola..deadly. Would I be out of line to offer an Immodium to someone as a cure for their verbal diarrhea? I think not.
And to think, they let me out in public.