However, what I was trying to pinpoint about this is what it is EXACTLY that makes us feel this way. I love my children and would do anything for them, just like pretty much every other parent in the world. They are nice kids (mostly) and don't do much in the way of really messing up. Finally it struck us. The problem is not that they are bad kids, or are saying/doing really ugly things - it's that they NEVER STOP TALKING. Ever. Nevereverever.
The upside to this is that we as parents are much more informed about what's going on in their heads than I think our parents were with us. The kids are super engaged in the family unit as a whole and having an existing dialogue in place has been helpful when we've been challenged by needing to have a conversation about unpleasant or embarrassing topics. The downside to this is that sometimes I feel like I'm being eaten by alligators. Tiny, little needle-teeth-having alligators, taking little nibbles of my sanity away, one bite at a time.
While I think we all would agree that while the days of "children are seen and not heard" were not exactly emotionally healthy, I think the constant interaction is leading me down the path to the loony bin. I have heard stories of grown women hiding on the roofs of their houses, in their cars or in their closets (I know that's not just me y'all) just to have some peace and quiet. How do we find a balance for this? I don't really know what to do, other than to sometimes just tell them that I don't really feel like talking or would like some quiet time but that is kinda like putting a band aid on a bullet wound. Do you guys have any suggestions? I'd love to hear, no, scratch that. I'd love to read them - I'm all talked out.