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?
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I can’t wait for Monkey to talk!! I know I’ll probably go slightly insane from his questions, but I think they’ll be a little better than his yelling right now 🙂
The quiet in the house during his 2 hour nap though? Bliss.
Nap time (if he takes one) is the best time of the day !
I feel your pain. I have 3 talkers. THREE. 3 kids that I love to pieces, but that I say shut up to in my head several (hundred) times a day. I have finally had to tell them that while in the van, Mommy needs a bit of quiet so that my boggled mind does not get us all killed in a car accident. It works. Sometimes.
Three?! I cannot even imagine. You are my new hero.
Oh, I could have written this. Abbey is such a talker, and now Dylan is starting to chat as well. By the end of the day, I just need a little silence, and then I feel bad for not chatting with Ryan.
What’s the old adage, silence is golden?
I know exactly how you feel on the silence. I really do enjoy every little moment I get nowadays. My oldest just turned 4 and he is a chatterbox, he will talk and talk and tell stories all the time! I’m curious what my hair will look like in a few years when I have 4 talkers all talking at once LOL
I try to find quiet time, either when they go to bed, or nap time. Sometimes maybe giving them a quiet activity. Most of the time it’s after bedtime, I will take a long hot shower and just enjoy the silence!
Oh, I have most definitely every gray I’ve sprouted since Lucas’ birth. Sounds like you have too!
Oh yes friend, I can so relate. I didn’t know about the noise level AT ALL. And I was a teacher! 🙂
It’s CrAzY, isn’t it?! At least he’s not LOUD. Yet.
YES. This, exactly. I adore my kids and I absolutely love that they’re talking and can carry on conversations now. It’s adorable to see their personalities shine through and know that they’re really learning things too. BUT, I would really love just a few minutes of quiet to figure out which way my head is spinning!!
Quiet is SO underrated.
Oh boy do I know about the chatter. It never stops. Not even in sleep.
Who has that much to talk about?
Kids.
I feel the same way at the end of the night when my husband comes home, all I want is quiet and to be left alone.
Yep. Sad, isn’t it? But by 8:00, I’m all talked out. I suppose we don’t have to talk? 😉
I very much know this feeling. But, now that my 12 year old is approaching teen hood I am so thankful for the chatter – even if I sometimes have to coax it out of him and hope he never stops talking to me! Although – I hope he is done following me into the bathroom – lol.
I know. I know that the day will come when I will be begging Lucas to talk to me. I should be grateful for the chatter.
It will be so nice to go to the bathroom alone again. Sigh…
I completely understand! As wonderful as the joy of discovery and having a inquisitive nature is, sometimes enough is enough. I’ve actually played the quiet game with my boy, just to get a few moments of silence (nothing I can do about Flynn’s toddler babble).
One of my constant frustrations, right now, is that neither kid is able to accurately convey what they want. Every day, things get a little bit better, but parenting my two kids is like one great big guessing game.
And as much as I want my kids to start talking, I realize that, once they do, they’ll never shut up. Heck, if there isn’t something making noise, my daughter will just babble – normally, she’ll babble at something, as if talking . . . but, no, this is just a “fill the silence” chatter becuase, apparently, her gift is to kill silence.
I find that, when I take a shower (assuming that they’re not awake, because if they are, they demand to shower with me, and that’s easier than a bath), I find that I just sit down, let the water fall around me, and relish the silence. Even if it’s only for 30 seconds, I manage to tune out the noise that is the water hitting the shower curtain and/or my head, and…exist.
It’s wonderful.
I have finally been successful in training the kids that quiet time is upstairs and they are NOT to come down those stairs for one hour. It gives me a breather. Also, on weekends that I do not work, my husband plays with them while I relax upstairs for two hours. I get to do whatever I want with no interruptions. That is worth so much more to me than any bouquet of flowers 🙂
I love little boy noises! But yes, I like the quiet too which is probably why I started running after I had kids.
An onslaught of sound, and it only becomes more nonsensical when they’re talking about Pokemon and level four of some odd-ball video game.
Sometimes I actually tell my kids “Mommy needs a minute of silence.” It doesn’t work, but I still hold out hope.
All day long the boy I nanny keeps asking “Why, why, why” And honestly, most of the time, I don’t know the answer to it… 🙁 I really do think I’m more exhausted after a day with him then I am after a day at my music job. Well, it’s a different kind of exhaustion. Haha