Just letting my mind wander and my fingers type....something to whittle away the time!
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The begins of mindless muttering
It starts with reading a friends blog and thinking that I can do this too! It's not like I don't have all the time in the world. I only work full time at one job, resource at another job, homeschool 2 highschool boys and somewhere in there I'm supposed to clean the house! So why is it mindless muttering? I've always been accused of muttering and now I have a son who does the same thing....I say it's actually a speech impediment...what do my non-existant readers think? I realize no one is reading this and I may never write another lick...but I am enjoying procrastinating in cleaning! I really think today that I have a new appreciation for muttering....because people can't understand what you're saying about them when you make a smart remark! My son, on the other hand, has really overcome his muttering quite well. Perhaps it is a side effect of having Aspergers and talking outloud to himself....maybe I should do that more often! For years I have made him repeat clearly what he was saying.....something I need to do myself. Funny thing about talking to himself outloud though. I sent the boys outside today to throw in a 1/2 cord of wood into the basement. My son was outside talking very loudly....I thought he was arguing or yelling at the other son so I yanked open the slider and yelled "quit fighting!". My younger said says very calmly, "we're not arguing, he's just talking to himself.". "Oh!" I replied, "Sorry!". and quietly shut the slider.......how was I supposed to know? I guess that means I need to back off and let them deal with their own issues....they are old enough now! And now that I have finished my mindless muttering to myself...the only reader....I will go back to "cleaning"! (and perhaps I can somehow talk to myself loud enough that I can her myself over the electric guitar in the living room....Nope, it's not the teenagers, it's my husband!
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