While driving my car not too many years ago, I would turn up whichever of the songs on the radio that had me declaring “this is my favorite song” to a level which would cause cars on the highway six cars back to be able to listen to the lyrics of Better Than Ezra or Nikki French (depending on who was in the car with me) right along with me.
But now at home, I’ve turned into the old woman living downstairs from a couple, irked by noise and resorting to using her broomstick handle to knock on the ceiling so they know to “turn that music down”.
What has become of me?
My kids couldn’t possibly be watching television on a volume level that’s bad but yet I find myself turning down the television volume with an expression of annoyance on my face. I went from a cool mom to a mom who is a great grandmother in a young woman’s body.
Next stop, nursing home.
