The kids will not leave me alone.
They keep talking to me. And asking me questions.
And they keep saying, “Ash?” and then when I respond, “What?”
They pause and say, “Um.”
And they forget what they were going to say.
*sigh*
Crawling on me, tapping me, pestering me.
“Ash?”
“Ash?”
“Ash?”
“Aaaaaaash?”
Everything that they do is accompanied with their talking noises. They say out loud EVERYTHING that they think. They talk just to hear themselves talk. This is a cardinal difference between them and me in my childhood; perhaps that’s because I was raised as an only child.
My inner monologue was perfected very early in life.
“Ash?”
I just want to wake up slowly, in quiet. The kids, the 200 pound dogs barreling through the house, the trash strewn all over the floor because the dogs got into the trash…
“Ash?”
*grin*
Where’s my coffee?
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