I sing. A lot.
You might not know this about me. But I get through my day singing.
I use already-written songs as a sort-of soundtrack about my day.
Usually nobody hears these songs. They just go through my head all day long.
They're mostly annoying.
It goes sorta' like this: The Beatles song "All You Need is Love" gets stuck in my head.
Next thing I know, the song is illustrating my life: "All I need is...to get up. All I need is...to get dressed. All I need is to brush my hair." You get the idea. Or maybe not.
Perhaps songs don't get in your head this way, compelling you to sing your day with them.
My brother and I used to tease my mom because she seemed to have a song for everything.
It drove us crazy!
Strangely, I can't even come up with one example, but believe me, there were days when we were having a conversation and she would interrupt with a song that was about the topic.
A few seconds later, another song.
She must have had songs going through her head all day long, too!
Right now I have a series of annoying little ditties going into my ears.
"You are my Sunshine"
"Should old acquaintance be forgot..."
"...Red River Valley..."
"doo do do do do doo dodo..." (that's what the song sounds like when there aren't any words...some classical tune.)
Anywho...yep, the six-year-old found her long-ago-hidden Christmas present from the Grandparents.
You know the one.
A violin that "plays the songs for you".
Grandpa even campaigned for it this year.
Yeah, you heard me right...I KNEW ABOUT THIS IN ADVANCE.
What in the world was(n't) I thinking?
I didn't protest.
I said, "That sounds cute."
So, what will the day-illustrating songs be for me today?
Maybe it will be "Green Sleeves," although that song always comes out as the Christmas song "What Child is This."
So, I'll be singing about Kyle,
"What Child is this...
That lays to rest
Instead of doing his school work..."
Sometimes I have to work extra hard to get a song out of my head.
I have to concentrate really hard on another song and try to "record over" the other song.
It only works half the time.
The fiddle-playing six-year-old has now officially gone to school, so...
you know what that means?
I know YOU would do the same thing.
It's time to play "hide the violin."
Here's the hiding song of the day (Auld Lang Syne):
"Oh, may my Carly soon forget
She has this violin!
So my Mommy-guilt will be dissolved,
and I can throw the thing away!"