Claudia has been talking for days. Nonstop.
She stops when she sleeps, but for most of her waking hours she has been keeping a running commentary of everything as it happens. She is like a crazed auctioneer.
Can I have a banana? But I want a banana? Why don’t we have any bananas? I want a banana. I want a banana, Mom. I’m pooping. Water! I need water! May I have some water, please? WAAAAAAATER!!!!!! Ian is eating strawberries. Ian has strawberries, Mom. My baby wants me to rock her in the rocking chair. Can I rock Keisha in the rocking chair? Ian won’t get out of the rocking chair. MOM! Ian won’t get out of the rocking chair. He is rocking his baby and I want to rock my baby ALL BY MYSELF!
Just like that. All day long. I’m not even sure she takes breaths between sentences.
It is not as if I’m not used to noise. I myself am quite the talker, but at least I take breaths.
Do all three year old girls do this? Will it stop? People at the grocery store laugh at us.
I’m going to ask Gabe to buy me a sensory deprivation chamber for Christmas.