Tuesday, November 5, 2013
I often get sick of the sound of my own voice. Not really what I am saying, but how often I am repeating myself. I am sick of repeating.
Sometimes I'll give the kids some instructions. For example, “go brush your teeth,” and their eyes glaze over. So, I'll say it again.
They don't move. And I will think to myself, am I speaking English?
At which point I remember I don't speak a foreign language. So that can't be it.
The kids' ability to tune me out is astounding.
They can tune me out in a way that makes me question whether or not I am speaking my one and only language.
I know that I get sick of repeating myself, so I know they must be sick of hearing it.
This is how I know for sure I only speak one language. Once I was watching t.v, and I couldn't follow a single thing they were saying. I thought I needed to turn up the volume, which I did, but I still had no idea what was happening.
This was my favorite show, but I was completely lost. So I hit the information button and discovered that I had been watching the Spanish version. No amount of volume control was going to help.
So, if I am not speaking their language, increasing my volume won't help. Trust me. I tried.
When I in fact, get my kids to understand me and then follow directions for brushing teeth for example, I will then go into the bathroom to check on them and find that all they have been doing the whole time is standing there.
If in fact, you are going to go into the bathroom, why are you not actually brushing your teeth?
Are you selectively speaking my language? Or are you trying to get me to shut up?
Sometimes I think I should go caveman style and start drawing pictures on the walls about what I need them to do.
But then I remember how much I hate when the kids have colored on the wall.
Maybe the way to avoid the glazed over look they get when I am talking to them is that we will all get sunglasses and wear them all day, everyday. Even inside.
Problem solved. You're welcome.