I will let you in on a little tidbit about myself: I typically have more than three simultaneous conversations going on in my head at any given moment. Some might call it a stream of consciousness, which is fine if it’s just a matter of thoughts flowing into one another. My brain works slightly differently than that. I get the first thought, which leads into a second, third and fourth, but the first keeps developing into an entire conversation.
Example: The Hubster asks me what we’re having for dinner.
What should I make for dinner? Pork chops would be nice. Do I have pork chops downstairs in the freezer? Oh I need to throw in a load of laundry while I’m down there. Giant has meat on sale this week, so I should get pork chops. We need to go to Costco for meat too. I have a good recipe for pork chops. And potatoes. While we’re at Costco, we need batteries for the air mattress…
I tell him “pork chops”.
And detergent. And q-tips. The kids will sleep on the air mattress when my parents come to visit next week. I think I’ll make mom’s potatoes with the pork chops. “D” batteries. The air mattress uses “D” batteries. And butter. I’m almost out of butter for the potatoes. Maybe I’ll make rice. Or maybe we’ll just order pizza and have the pork chops tomorrow night.
An hour later, the doorbell rings and it’s the Domino’s guy. “I thought we were having pork chops!!” “No, that’s tomorrow night”. Why is he confused?? It makes perfect sense to me! (This is also when I will later remember “telling” him that my parents are coming to visit.)
One afternoon, we were driving in the car and I was quietly looking out my window. He looked at me and said, “How many conversations are you having in your head right now?” I had to laugh, because I actually had three distinct thoughts going. I think that was the day he got scared. Dumbass married me after that anyway.
I still can’t figure that one out.