I've come to the realization that I've developed a syndrome in my 4+ years of motherhood. A little something I like to call, The Mommy Singsong Syndrome (TMSS).
Early Symptoms: It starts when you rock your first newborn in your arms at night. Your natural inclination is to hum or sing your child to sleep, and if you're like me, you will be stumped for a tune. Without a solid database of lullabies in my head, I once caught myself quietly singing, "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like it's better than yours...hmmm hmmm...la la la la la...warm it up..." Yes, that's right. I caught myself singing the Milkshake song to my precious little newborn baby.
Phase 2: As she grew older, I started to sing various songs, all to the same tune. You may know the tune I'm talking about - the tune that would accompany something like this: "This is the way you brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your teeth, this is the way you brush your teeth, when it's time for bed." I started to change it up, slightly varying the lyrics, graduating to such hits as, "This is the way we pee on the potty..." and "This is the way we put on our jammies..."
Full Blown Syndrome: You will eventually graduate to the phase I'm at now - the "make up your own lyrics to a tune only your generation would recognize". An example of this is my famous bath time song. I sing it to the tune of The Love Boat theme song (if you're younger than me, you probably won't have any idea what I'm talking about): "It's baaath time, exciting and newww. It's baath time, and mommy's gonna wash youuu." Yes, there you have it folks. I've revealed another one of my hidden talents.
There is no cure, and you will know you have full-blown TMSS, when you're wrapping up a play date with one of your friends and her children, and as you start to pick up the toys, you start singing, "Clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere..." Without thinking, your mommy friend will join you as you pick up the remnants of your children's play. You will start to harmonize, pause, and then look around in embarrassment, realizing that while you two are singing and picking up, your children are nowhere to be found (true story).
Do you have The Mommy Singsong Syndrome?
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