Posted by on Feb 22, 2011 in in the car, new mom, talking to myself | 3 comments

Pretty much all the time now. In the store, in the car, as I clean.

Before you have a kid, it’s not socially acceptable to do this. After you have a kid, you get to pretend that you’re actually talking to him.

Take Friday, for example. I was driving my little guy home from daycare, jammin’ out to one of my favorite Sirius radio channels. 80s on Channel 8. A little Simply Red came on. If you don’t know me by now, baby. Belted that one out. And then came Richard Marx, “Right here waiting.”

Yesssssssssssss. One classic after another!” I yelled triumphantly, sitting at a red light.

I glanced around at the crowd of cars parked around me. Then I glanced in the rear-view mirror, at Ryan’s car seat. “One classic after another, Ryan. Isn’t that fun?”

He let out a “TheCarIsStoppedAndIDon’tHaveMyBinky” whine.

Alright, well, someday you’ll think that’s cool.”

“Ok, Mom. You talk, and I’ll listen.”