Do you have a chatterbox in your house? I do! My son, God bless his little heart, is seriously about to send me to Vinita. I'm not kidding.
He talks constantly. I don't think he even breathes. I mean, I can't ever hear him take a breath. All I hear is an endless flow of words. WORDS. Words are running out my ears. I can't imagine how anyone actually has that much to say. When I tell him he needs to hush, he thinks that means he needs to change the subject. Or to say "Mom" and wait for a response. Then as I'm taking deep breaths and talking my self out of running down the street, ripping clothes from my body, and pulling all my hair out, I swear he is THINKING of something to say that sounds urgent enough that he needed to disobey the "stop talking!" command.
Sometimes I wish I were deaf. Just for a while. Just long enough to get a reprieve.
Do I sound mean? I'm sorry. You're probably right. I'm an ogre. You probably need to rescue my poor child from me.
He's sweet and you'll love to have him around. Until you need some silence.
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13 years ago
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OK, I don't know how many times this weekend I said, "Seriously, son, I think my ears may start bleeding if you don't stop talking." At first, I was relieved to read your post and to realize that I'm not the only one with a chatterbox, but then I remembered your boy has years on my boy. There's no end in sight -- AAAAGH!!!
Gee I wonder where he gets that from...Have you met my daugher? 21 yesterday in the middle of lunch she stopped to take a deep breath and kept on talking
My daughter is just the same. And much of it is "why... why... why..."
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