I Wasn't Talking to Myself... I Was Holding a Staff Meeting
I Wasn't Talking to Myself...
I Was Holding a Staff Meeting
Come Sit Awhile with Mama T
Friend...
I need you to answer honestly.
Have you started talking to yourself...
Or have you simply become the only person in the house who listens?
Because there's a difference.
The other day, I walked into the laundry room...
Stopped...
Looked around...
And said out loud...
"Now why did I come in here?"
Nobody answered.
Not even the washing machine.
So naturally...
I answered myself.
"You came in here to switch the towels."
"Oh, that's right."
Friend...
Somewhere between fifty and Medicare...
I became my own receptionist.
I don't even try to hide it anymore.
I narrate my entire day.
"Where are my glasses?"
"Oh, there they are."
"I better thaw something for supper."
"Nope... forgot to take it out."
"I'll remember that later."
No...
No, I absolutely won't.
❤️ Pull Up a Chair, Friend...
If you've ever walked into a room, forgotten why, then wandered back to where you started hoping your memory would reboot...
Bless your sweet heart.
You're home.
At RusticRootsPantry.com, we laugh at the little things nobody warns us about—like becoming your own life coach, personal assistant, and GPS... all before breakfast.
Come sit awhile.
Yesterday...
I caught myself saying...
"Don't forget to mail that package."
Then I answered...
"I know."
Friend...
WHO WAS I TALKING TO?
Me.
Apparently.
And we were both fully invested in the conversation.
Then I opened the refrigerator...
Stared into it...
Closed it...
Walked away...
Came back...
Opened it again...
Like maybe food had held a meeting while I was gone.
I swear that refrigerator looks at me every afternoon and whispers...
"I don't know either."
By lunchtime...
I'd already asked myself...
"What was I doing?"
...five times.
I finally decided I wasn't losing my memory.
My brain was simply buffering.
My husband walked through the kitchen and asked...
"Who are you talking to?"
I said...
"The only person around here making any sense."
He just nodded.
Like this wasn't even in the Top Ten weirdest things I'd done that week.
You know what I've discovered?
Women our age carry so much in our heads...
Birthdays.
Doctor appointments.
Grandkids' shoe sizes.
Passwords.
Recipes.
Phone numbers from 1987.
The grocery list.
The dog's medicine.
The neighbor's casserole dish.
It's no wonder we occasionally have to hold a staff meeting with ourselves.
There's a lot going on in Corporate Headquarters.
❤️ Friend... Tell Me the Truth
What's the funniest thing you've ever caught yourself saying out loud...
When nobody else was around?
Please tell me I'm not the only one giving motivational speeches while loading the dishwasher.
I've decided something.
Talking to yourself isn't a problem.
Answering yourself isn't even the problem.
The real problem...
Is when you ask yourself a question...
And your answer is...
"I don't know."
Now that's concerning.
But until then...
I'm going to keep having conversations with myself.
Because honestly...
She's funny.
She understands me.
And best of all...
She never interrupts.
Unless she's reminding me why I walked into the pantry.
Again.
❤️ Before You Go...
If today's story made you laugh because you've had this exact conversation with yourself...
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Friend...
We already know.
❤️ You Belong Here.
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Be honest...
What's the funniest conversation you've ever had... with yourself?
Or...
What's the strangest place you've walked into and completely forgotten why you were there?
I have a feeling this comment section is about to sound like one giant support group...
And I'm here for every single story.
Until next time...
❤️ Mama T
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