I come from a very boisterous family. I mean, very, very boisterous family. After watching my family for an hour one evening, a friend was astonished by our conversations. She noted that we all talked at once. Loudly, and about different topics. Yet, we all understood what was going on the entire time. She was right.
Not only are we loud and talkative when we are together, but we are all pretty much the same way when we are alone. We all talk a lot. I tend to talk to myself if I'm alone for a long enough period of time. Talking is just part of who we are.
However, that doesn't mean that we talk all the time. Even we need a break some times. (Well, maybe not my brother. I'm surprised he doesn't talk in his sleep.) We all tend to drift of at times and decompress. We read, or listen to music, or do puzzles, or sew. Anything that gets us away from the noise.
Michael, much like the rest of my family, is a talker. At times it's a bit much, but he does also need down time, so I've always been able to deal with his talking.
Tuesday's are already hard for me. Before Michael started napping at daycare, Tuesday night was my break night. I'd put Michael to bed and Andy would go downstairs and exercise. I could take a nap, read, or go shopping. Now, Michael is up until 8:00. It's a tough adjustment for me.
Last night, Michael was on overdrive. He wasn't just talking non-stop, he was asking questions non-stop. Why? Why? Why? Why? Any time I tried to get him focused on something he would get distracted and start asking more questions. Hard questions! I felt like I was being grilled by the Spanish Inquisition!
When bedtime rolled around, Michael hadn't burned off all of the conversational energy. Instead, every time I'd get him pointed towards bed, he would be off on another tangent. I can't even remember what some of the distractions were, they simply felt like an assault on my brain at that point. I know one of them was that Michael wanted to whisper "swany swan" in my ear over and over and over again. Another was his request that I read a book backwards - which I did just so he would stop asking me to do it.
By the time I finally got him to bed, I was completely talked out. Poor Andy. I had no energy left to talk with him. I couldn't even stand listening to one of the shows that we need to clear off the TiVo. My brain was just too filled up with words.
So please, please, please can I have a wordless Wednesday?