And it's not just mindless chatter that you can tune out, although I do try. Her chatter, for the most part, is highly imaginative pretend play that requires me, the listener, to engage with. "Mommy, you be the kid and I'l be the mommy. Now we're going to go to school. This is my house. Oh, hello kid, are you lost? Come sit in my house and let me make you some food. Now let's pretend we're princesses. No, I'm a princess and you're the mean witch." And so on and so on. All. Day. Long.
I hate to admit it, (but since I've already admitted that my own child quite frequently drives me nuts I might as well confess this too), but sometimes I will actually say, "let's see what's on TV," knowing that the magic box is pretty much the only thing that will pause the incessant mind-numbing noise that is my daughter.
Of course this relief comes with a price: major guilt. Because a good mom would come up with something creative. A good mom would offer up a fun craft or a educational activity, or perhaps read a book or get down on the floor and play with the child who just wants a little attention. A good mom would not just turn on the TV and plunk her child in front of it like some sort of digital nanny.
And so I fail.