Talking to yourself. Mulling over thoughts, making decisions, scheduling dates, asking questions, questioning yourself, making yourself laugh (or laughing at yourself?) We all do it.
As a mom, most of my thoughts are about someone—or something—else besides my own being, and frankly, it can be tiresome.
Okay, I said "can" be tiresome. I'm not a complete monster, y'all.
I stay at home with my two kids who are 14 months and 25 days apart.
I have a fairly active mommy social life—and adult social life, for that matter. Weekly meet-ups, playgroups, birthday parties, 'moms night out', you name it. But for the majority of my day, I'm alone with either one (or both) of my non-verbal children.
I find myself in my head A LOT.
That's where the whole 'internal dialogue' thing comes in. It's the endless stream of thoughts that flow in and out all day.
I have thoughts. Lots of thoughts.
As we've discussed, parenting is a relentless fucking job. My internal dialogue can either bring me some cheerful sanity, or some serious doubt about what I am doing on a daily bases. Needless to say, I have to keep her in check.
Making jokes, or one-liners to myself, thinking inappropriate thoughts, snickering, asking myself rhetorical questions typically associated with a palm to face motion, asking myself disturbing legitimate questions, quietly trolling Internet and social media, talking myself off the figurative ledge, snarking at the television, day-dreaming, rolling my eyes, giving the invisible finger to whichever child is driving me crazy in the moment...
You know, that kind of stuff.
And it all happens upstairs.
...in mah brain :) *hair flick*
So grab a glass, and let's see what happens when these little pixies get unleashed somewhere into the webisphere.