Methinks I Talk Too Much

I was writing a post about being an only child and how has enormously impacted the person I am today. My intention was to include interesting tidbits about myself like I am naturally shy but very gregarious. Of course you would think that this is a dichotomy that requires further explanation and you would be correct. I planned to take you on a journey to explain and began researching birth order and its implications. And then, I decided that was too much to do on a Saturday night when my baby is asleep and I could catch-up on the Netflixs that have been sitting for the past three weeks.

With that said I will bring you quickly give you the facts and the conclusion: I am an only child. As a child I was precocious, nerdy and at the top of my class. I had many acquaintances but few friends. My favorite hobby was reading and losing myself in the stories. I was a phone-a-holic and spent time on chat lines (I grew up before the internet existed and every home had a computer - rotary phones people). As an adult I still spend time on the phone but mostly talk to relatives. During my pregnancy and when my son was a newborn he and the telephone were my constant companions. This exposure to Mommy talking on the phone resulted in the next generation phone -a-holic.



And if you are wondering, yes he was talking on the phone. During his conversation with Grammy he picked up my cellphone and decided two phones are better than one.

So there you have it, only child with telephone addiction has only child with addictive telephone tendencies. Sometimes it is better to just cut to the chase!