I’m the first to admit that I’m near deaf. As soon as our budget can swing it, I’m so there with hearing aids. (This further lends to the fact that I am actually 105). In any case, it generally drives my husband nuts that I can hear nothing he says and that we have to blare the TV at obnoxious decibels. However, I don’t feel he has too much room to talk as he generally hears nothing I say either. Primary difference: I think his inability to hear is more of choice. But how can I prove this? I can’t, plain and simple. It’s just a wild guess that he would prefer to tune out my constant reminders and tales of woe over what went down at story hour earlier that day. It’s also somewhat suspicious that he can ALWAYS hear everything that everyone else says, whispering or not. But I digress…should you choose to swing by for a visit to the Spidel home and hear a lot of yelling, we are actually not fighting. We are just working hard to take some of the mystery out of our elderly years.
I Can’t Hear You!
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Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, where she dedicatedly earns her title one epic parenting fail at a time, offering quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents and all their empathizers. She has been part of several best-selling anthologies, featured on prominent sites such as Huffington Post, In the Powder Room and BlogHer, and loves her role as the Executive VP/Operations Manager of The BlogU Conference. When she's not breaking up fights over Legos and juice boxes, she remains fully committed to sharing a less serious look at the world of parenting.
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