Before having kids, I never realized just how much kids had to say. I mean, they don't really know that much and what they think they know is usually wrong. Yet, they feel the need to fill ALL dead air time with statements like:
Him: "The light in the ceiling makes me think of eating a buffalo horn for lunch today."
Her: "Catty, Batty had a farm."
Me: Silent (what does that even mean?)
Yes, their voices are adorable. They are creative and sweet and innocent in their thoughts, but sometimes...ok, who am I kidding...often times I long for a little bit of quiet. All my life, I've known that people who talk too much wear me out emotionally. I'm one of those people who is re-energized by being alone. Maybe that's why I married a man of few words? But now I find myself among active talkers day in and day out. New parents should have coping classes to prepare for this, especially those who are re-energized by being alone, like me.