Mom Life; Children’s Songs

PBS, the most wonderful channel in the world. Hosting such shows as Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood, Dinosaur Train, Super Why and others. I believe this channel is God’s gift to weary mothers; supplying a much needed, educational, distraction for young children. My son loves to watch PBS and is learning math, letters, colors, and appropriate emotions all to catchy tunes.

Speaking of catchy tunes….Can we just go there for a minute?

The theme songs. *face palm*

Sweet baby Jesus, someone help me!

I know the theme songs and all the little jingles by heart. I can sing along with the best of them and even find myself humming them in the grocery store. Instead of rocking out to Taylor Swift or Carry Underwood I find myself singing lines like “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor…”

Yep, this is my life now.

Maybe it’s being a musician that allows me to pick up tunes quickly and causes them to cruise rampant in my mind like a runaway carousel going round and round and round and round and, well, you get the picture. But do you understand my pain? I know I haven’t shared much on my background, but I sing (sang I guess) professionally for about 5 years. And although I’ve never once regretted giving it up, it does hurt to be reduced to singing children’s theme songs at all hours of the day. *sigh*

I used to belt Whitney Housten’s “I Will Always Love You” with the best of them. Now I sing the alphabet song along with a porky pink pig. *double sigh*

If you’re a mother with small children you can probably relate with me. But if you’re young, single, and ready to mingle you’re probably raising a quizzical brow and thinking “Get over it lady!”. But try to feel my pain, even if just for a moment.

Imagine the most annoying song you’ve ever heard; maybe the YMCA, or the Chicken Dance, or Miley Cyrus’s The Climb. *shudders* Okay, are you thinking of a song? Good. Now times it by a million and let it roll around in your head on repeat for the next several days, then maybe, just maybe you may have a minuscule inkling of my daily pain.

The best part is, the songs I am humming are age appropriate for a three year old. I’m 26. Fantastic.

With Chagrin,

S.

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