I read a completely hilarious post today from Wreckspections:You Never Thought Motherhood Would be Like THIS.
Her post “Heaven Help Us, There’s No “Off” Switch started like this: Have you ever tried to talk to a seven year old? Or maybe I should rephrase that. Have you ever listened to a seven year old? It’s a bit like a cross between an insane asylum and an action film.
oohhhh mama, I can sooooo relate.
I have one of those. He’s 8. Not only can he go on for DAYS without taking a breath, he REPEATS. It goes little something like this (kind of a long the lines of “One time, at band camp..” theme).
Jake: “OK there was this kid today. At school. He farted. It was Gross. Have you every heard a fart Mom?-Hey Mom? ‘Member that time? You know. When I farted. Like, 4 years ago? It was in the tub? Remember? Remember? Remember? It was a Saturday. You laughed. I was swimming with my spiderman, but his leg wouldn’t twist…”
THEN (5 minutes later). I hear “I can’t believe that kid farted Mom..” and I get the whole recap AGAIN.
He’s such a Flansburg. They are notorious repeaters.
There are days I pray to The Big Guy Up Above to Strike.Me.DEAF.
I love parenthood 😉