On Tuesday, January 31st, I had some errands to do (drop my husband off at work, a chiropractor appointment, post office, and grocery shopping) but my children did not want to come with me and because they are old enough, my son is sixteen, my daughter eleven, I left them home while I did what had to be done. I had made arrangements the night before with my son to be awake when I came home with the groceries so he could help me carry them in from the car and put them away. I explained that I would call him before I left the grocery store to be sure he was awake and dressed since if left alone he could sleep until noon or later. He agreed.
Well, when I was done I called him from the parking lot of Stop & Shop only to have the call go to his voice mail. Twice. I was annoyed and preceded to drive home. I tried to ease my frustration by listening to the music I had playing in the car. I enjoyed the song: Justin Timberlake – What Goes Around.
Well, when I was done I called him from the parking lot of Stop & Shop only to have the call go to his voice mail. Twice. I was annoyed and preceded to drive home. I tried to ease my frustration by listening to the music I had playing in the car. I enjoyed the song: Justin Timberlake – What Goes Around.
When I did enter the house carrying two bags it was quiet so I assumed that the children were still sleeping (which annoyed me further) but my son’s voice greeted me from upstairs. “Hey Mom!”
“You’re awake? I called you twice but it went straight to your voice mail.”
“You called? My phone didn’t ring.”
“I need you to help me with the bags.”
So he promptly came downstairs and brought the rest of the groceries from the trunk of the car into the house. Now when I listen to music sometimes the song sort of gets stuck in my head. I’m not sure if this ever happens to you but the melody and lyrics will continue to play even though the music isn’t playing in my environment around me, this was happening to me that morning with Justin Timberlake, while we were putting the groceries away in the kitchen.
My son was putting some items away in the refrigerator when he began to sing, “What comes around goes back around, I thought I told ya, hey, … great mom, now you have that song stuck in my head.”
I was shocked and confused. “What?!” I knew it had been playing in the car and it was already stuck in my head but how did he know? He wasn’t with me in the car. I hadn’t been singing it aloud. It was just on loop in my head.
“Justin Timberlake. You have that song stuck in my head,” he explained.
“How did I do that?”
“You were singing it when you came in the house,” he paused. “Weren’t you?”
“No. I didn’t say anything when I came in. I thought you and your sister were sleeping.”
“I was playing video games upstairs. You weren’t singing it, when you came in the house? You sure?”
“I was singing it – in my head.”
“Really?”
“YES! Get out of my head, Enrique!”
We both laughed. But it was true. Apparently my son and I are connected more than I realized.
“You’re awake? I called you twice but it went straight to your voice mail.”
“You called? My phone didn’t ring.”
“I need you to help me with the bags.”
So he promptly came downstairs and brought the rest of the groceries from the trunk of the car into the house. Now when I listen to music sometimes the song sort of gets stuck in my head. I’m not sure if this ever happens to you but the melody and lyrics will continue to play even though the music isn’t playing in my environment around me, this was happening to me that morning with Justin Timberlake, while we were putting the groceries away in the kitchen.
My son was putting some items away in the refrigerator when he began to sing, “What comes around goes back around, I thought I told ya, hey, … great mom, now you have that song stuck in my head.”
I was shocked and confused. “What?!” I knew it had been playing in the car and it was already stuck in my head but how did he know? He wasn’t with me in the car. I hadn’t been singing it aloud. It was just on loop in my head.
“Justin Timberlake. You have that song stuck in my head,” he explained.
“How did I do that?”
“You were singing it when you came in the house,” he paused. “Weren’t you?”
“No. I didn’t say anything when I came in. I thought you and your sister were sleeping.”
“I was playing video games upstairs. You weren’t singing it, when you came in the house? You sure?”
“I was singing it – in my head.”
“Really?”
“YES! Get out of my head, Enrique!”
We both laughed. But it was true. Apparently my son and I are connected more than I realized.
