Before I go any further I think I need to ask for forgiveness for my 'bad' thoughts.
Before Zack was even awake this morning he woke me up with his talking. He must have been dreaming again because he was asking someone not to take his trains.
I should have known at that point that it was going to be one of those days.
When he woke up he was instantly chattering. I heard loud and clear over the monitor "Mommy come up, Mommy I play trains, Mommy, Mommy Mommy". I convinced him to come down stairs instead of playing trains (that has been his thing to play trains before going down for breakfast). I should have let him stay up there by himself and play.
He has talked non stop since he woke up. When I say non stop I mean it. I don't think he has taken a breath since he woke up! Trying to get anything done or talk to anyone today has been awfully hard.
I asked nicely at one point for him to just give me 5 minutes...
"Mommy why you need 5 minutes?"
I begged just please stop talking for a few minutes...
"Mommy why I need stop talking?"
I told him to hush...
"Mommy why you say that to me?"
I pleaded for him to just be quiet because I needed to think...
"Mommy why you tell me be quiet?"
Not once, never ever did he stop talking.
I have thought bad thoughts today.
I thought maybe I could lock myself in the bathroom to get away for a few minutes.
He found me.
I thought maybe I could leave him in the playroom and go downstairs to get him his cup (and take a few minutes to myself).
He stood at the top of the stairs asking me if I am done yet.
I thought maybe I maybe I could go outside and check the mail to get away from the questions.
He stood at the window banging on it, yelling "Mommy what you doing?"
I considered ear plugs but I am sure he would notice and pull them out.
If you would have ever asked me 6 months ago if this day would have come I probably would have laughed at you. At that time he was only saying 6 or 7 words.
Oh those were the days.
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