The “Not Listening Zone.”

Does anyone else ever get the feeling that they are currently living in the “Not Listening Zone?” What the hell is going on? It’s not just the little wranglers who don’t listen, it’s the doctor, who is frantically typing your exit papers on his laptop while you’re complaining about your aches and pains. 


It’s the guy at the auto body shop, or the high maintenance
chick at the grocery store who doesn’t hear you when you say,”Excuse me, could you please move your skinny ass out of the way, so this Mom can get to the peanut butter?” 

My canines doesn’t listen either.  Smart Border Collie had a series of obedience lessons for not coming when called, and you know where she filed her diploma? Yea, right in the backyard. I wouldn’t expect The Black Dog to listen, he’s in a world of his own, romping, sniffing and digging. 

I’m cute….I don’t have to listen!!!

 
What if Mommies In Orbit didn’t listen to ANYONE for just one glorious day?

• The kids might get to school on time, or maybe not. When they asked me if the bus was coming, I may not hear them!
• Don’t know if they will be eating lunch today at school, oh well, I wasn’t listening when they asked, “Mom, did  you pack my lunch?”

• “Mom, did you go to the library today, I have to get that book for school?” 
• “Oh, did you ask me to, I didn’t hear you!”
•   Or how disastrous would this be?  “Mom did you pick up the food for my sleepover      tonight?”

• “What sleepover dear? Are you having a a sleepover, I didn’t hear anything about that.”

Seems like the Not Listening Zone has expanded about 200% since I became a Mom. I guess it just goes with the territory. You know the drill, have kids, lose self, wear Mom jeans, become invisible, dream of days gone by, become a martini drinker, worry about kids, kids grow up, Mom is finally heard again.

“You better listen to me!”