So I have nodules… again.
The last time was 10 years ago when I was told “Stop talking now for week”. It was one of the hardest weeks! My oldest was 3 and couldn’t read and I was treated like a leper by a young assistant in Gap. I carried around a notebook and it was amazing how many people wrote back to me. It’s like they thought I had gone deaf too… strange.
So here we go again. Singing is fine. In fact singing helps, which is great. But I have 2 kids and lots of chatty friends and I live in a wonderful community where everyone is SO friendly.
One suggestion was to hang a sign around my neck explaining it all, but that felt a bit div-ish! I am, once again, carrying around a notebook but my handwriting is appalling, so I just get funny looks! Which is what I also get because I am smiling a lot to compensate! I think it’s coming across as creepy
The strangest thing is that my kids are behaving impeccably. It’s amazing what you get achieved with them when you have to go up to them and look them in the eye instead of shouting across the house.
So the good news is that I can sing and it’s good for me. Now if everyone could just not talk to me, that would make this week a whole lot easier.