The other day I was looking for something (on behalf of a child of course) and as I walked around hunting I was talking to myself. I talk to myself a lot. Not because there is no one to hear me, it's just because no one listens. So I'm mumbling: "Maybe it's over here, nope." "Did it get left under the?....no" "Well, maybe if people would put things away...". As I'm searching I tell the children to stay upstairs and look, while I look downstairs. I continue to mumble. "I swear we saw it when we were in here a minute ago. Why can't we remember...". Then I stop. I'm sorry, "we" who? Michelle, you are talking to yourself.
I think I may be going mad. The continuous hum of little voices and all the no-longer-warm meals are going to my head.
We're going crazy now aren't we precious?