I have lost the ability to communicate with words.You know, the kind of words that come out of your mouth?
I hear that this is a common side-effect of mama-hood. Once upon a time I was a well spoken, eloquent communicator able to easily create beautiful sentences that flowed flawlessly into the next equally spectacular sentence. Now… not so much. Or at all. This nonsensical babble that seems to spew forth from my gob whenever I try to have an adult conversation with a real life person is, I think (please tell me I’m not alone!), is a pretty common symptom of the early days of mamadom. Is it? It is right? Will I ever get my brain back?
The combination of spending 24/7 with a teeny tiny human, with no social life and relative isolation from my cultural world is not good on the ability to communicate. I’ve become socially awkward. I stutter and get WAY TOO excited when I see other english-speaking adults (now imagine me here, in Australia, surrounded by people I could actually talk to – it’s embarrassing)… like WAY TOO excited. I’m like one of those puppies that gets so excited they run in circles whilst simultaneously peeing on the floor – well, not literally, but I’m about *this* close. So here I am, excited, running in circles, peeing on the floor, and then once I’ve got the attention of said person, I become completely and totally incomprehensibly jumbled. It’s like I’m completely out of practice with the whole talking thing. To think I used to be able to debate real-world problems in a high level university tutorial, when I was well read on the economical situation of the developing world and the structural aid needed to change from the ground up development issues in not for profit organisations. Now I have problem with the simplest of conversations.
Me: “Hi, Hi!! It’s so good to see you! How are you?”
cue inappropriate laughter
You: “I’m fine, how are you doing?”
Me: “I’m good, how are you?”
Face palm. How embarrassing. And this is just the beginning. This isn’t even the issue I’m having with word salad. Take all of the words one would use in a usual day-to-day conversation and put them in a bag. Now shake. Now pour the words out on the table and just say them, at random. Add a nervous stutter and an inappropriate laugh every now and again and you have a conversation with me. Aren’t you glad I can (more-or-less) write these sentences instead?
Do you suffer from mama babble? Does it ever get better?