That's me when things get a bit crazy around me. When there are a lot of noises around me, my mind goes totally chaotic. I can't think, I can't concentrate, I have a real hard time functioning. It's impossible to be me during those times.
Mrs. Dorky Musician gets mad at me when we're at a mall or a store for too long and there's a lot of noise or people. I'm fun for a while. I have fun wandering around the store with my older daughter, looking at toys and guns. After an immeasurable amount of time, I turn into were-daddy! My whole mood changes almost immediately. I try not to let it have that much of an affect on me, but Mrs. Dorky Musician will tell you I'm not always successful.
We tried Disney Land in California once. We tried Las Vegas, Nevada. We even tried Universal Studios. I couldn't even handle October Fest in the small town we live in! I'm fine for a little while, but after a while it just totally gets to me. I shut down completely.
So, armed with this knowledge, my 8 month old picks the days that I make it home early or days I have off or work from home to be cranky and noisy. She's a good kid. It almost never fails. When I'm going to be home for a long enough period of time, she gets cranky. Now, you're probably going to tell me it's because of me. It's not. She's cranky before I get home. Mrs. Dorky Musician can confirm this.
There's no moral to this or even a proper conclusion, just that today started off miserable. I got to work this morning and my phone started ringing. I hate the phone enough when it's just sitting there, doing nothing! We don't have offices here, just an open floor plan with desks. There are no separators either.
You can be sure I thank God immensely for my toy room, pond, garage, headphones and all the other quiet places that I can go to get away from it all from time to time. I thank God for this song I'm listening to, "I Will Wait" by Jason Upton.
5 comments:
Noise; meh.
I'm not so much bothered by crowd noise as I am by crowd jostling.
Anybody else know what I mean? An elbow there, a hip bump here...
just an all out invasion of my three foot personal space.
Kid noise; better than no noise.
Say a silent "thank you" for that cranky kid. Some people ache for it and won't ever get it. It's a "glass is half FULL" sort of philosophy.
re: "Anybody else know what I mean?"
I think you're not going to get a big show of hands, even if it's a 100% "Yeah!". I only have a few readers here, but you're the only one I know of that has three feet. The rest have two. I seen 'em.
I am very thankful for that cranky kid. She's mobile now. She crawls around the house and even to me once in a while. In another six months to a year, she'll be a really fun two year old. That's when daddy gets to take her out for rides on dirt roads, for ice cream and other good stuff.
Oh boy, don't get me started on this one....we've had our battles on this matter. Annie, I agree with you 110%! :D
I only have a few readers here, but you're the only one I know of that has three feet. The rest have two. I seen 'em.
GeeWhiz...OK OK...
then how about; "my 36 inch private (yet invisible) bubble encapsulating my non-public user friendly space"? Sheesh.
Annie, I agree with you 110%! :D
I had two incidents when MiniMe was little when I absolutely went bonkers on people. One was in a midway at a fair when some woman (and I use the term Looooosely) clipped my kid with her lit cigarette.
The other was when we were sitting on a curb watching a parade go by... Mr.DrunkyDooDooHeadStranger was looking one way and walking (stumbling) another and STEPPED right on her.
Annie...I understand the going bonkers thing when it comes to your kids. Even just the thought that someone has hurt or think of hurting our kids, gets my claws and fangs out! And, I HATE people who hurt any kids....when I read the news and hear yet another story that a child has been taken, hurt, etc....oh, boy, I get so mad! See, now, I'm already starting to boil up. :|
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