I mentioned a few months ago how my husband and I consistently ended up shouting at one another just to be heard over the din of “LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME!” that my toddlers put forth every time they see us attempting to converse.
We’ve moved on from that.
We no longer speak at all. It’s too hard.
I’ve been solving this problem by holding conversations with my husband in my mind. I thought it was just me. Yesterday, though, I found out he does it, too.
There we were, seated across from one another at the breakfast table. I took a bite of my toast and glanced at my husband. At that exact moment, he gave an almost imperceptible nod to himself. I grinned.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You’re having a conversation with yourself. What’s it about?”