Being Chattered to Death While Blogging

Chattered

Sweet baby Jesus, I just want to crank out 1 post, just one post. Is that too much to ask for? I’m not lucky enough to be one of those people who can read or write when the tv is on or a conversation is happening. It has to be absolutely silent. I opted for the smaller yet more private work space at work so I could get my work done. It’s proved futile though as the laughing and chatting seems to become louder and louder. I think I need to be like that autistic kid in the Netflix show Atypical, and wear noise cancelling headphones everywhere, even in social situations.

So today as I was working on another post and the chattering was non-stop, I decided to record some of the random stuff my son was saying to me. Every day, it’s a lot like the movie ELF when he is walking with his half-brother, asking a bigillion questions, all completely random.

“You know pumperknickeler is a word? Some girl in my class said it.”

“Do you know why Kyle and Matt aren’t allowed to watch YouTube anymore? Their mom caught them watching a naked woman being eaten by a crocodile.”

“We are allowed to go out for recess when it’s 20 degrees. It used to be 35. That’s why I’m bringing my hat.”

“You shouldn’t have wrapped this present,” he says, pointing to the present shaped like a ball, under the tree. “I know what it is.”.

“If wet isn’t wet, then what it is? I Googled is wet, wet?”

I’m too tired at night to type and much more awake and ready for it in the morning. But how am I supposed to crank out my posts when we are discussing if wet is wet? Side note, wet is wet. My son brought up a wonderful point, when you get out of the pool, what are you?

Wet. Hmmm…..maybe he’s on to something.

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