Usually, my day starts with Calfgrit7 coming into our room to let us know he’s awake. He always walks around to his mom’s side and says, “Can I get in bed with you?” She says, “Yes,” he gets in, and I get up. I grab my robe and go to the bathroom for my shower.

Before the water even gets warm, there’s a song playing in my head. It’s a different song every day, and I have no idea where it comes from. We don’t have music playing in our room overnight, so it’s not something I heard while sleeping. Occasionally it’s a song I know I heard the day before, sometimes it’s a song I haven’t heard in years. Sometimes it’s a song I know most of the lyrics for, but sometimes all I know is maybe one or two lines of the chorus.

This music in my head drives me crazy. Especially when I’m in the shower, with the warmth and drone of the water acting as a sensory deprivation chamber — a time when it would be good to calmly think about the coming day — a song is playing, repeating in my head. It drowns out all attempts to think.

This has gone on for many years. Is this normal? Is this common?

It’s the worst when the song is one I don’t like. This morning I had one verse, (the title), from Belinda Carlysle’s “Circle in the Sand” going over and over in my head. I hate that song, but it was just repeating “Circle in the sand goes round and round,” Argh! I don’t even know if that’s the actual words of the song. But those words with the music were driving me mad.

The song in my head has always faded away shortly after I get out of the shower, and “Circle in the Sand” was no different, thank God! By the time I’m finished brushing my teeth, I can think clearly about anything I want.

At one point, a few years ago, I kept a record of the songs I had in my head every morning. After a few weeks, (a couple of dozen songs), I couldn’t determine any pattern. Pop, rock, country, hip-hop, even theme music with no words, all make their appearance in my minds broken record player.

Bullgrit

Sunday evening, I was up in my office working, and Wifegrit was downstairs doing something in the living room while the boys were playing in the den. I picked up my phone and texted this to her:

I didn’t just send her the pic first thing because I knew the boys were near her, and I didn’t want them to accidentally see it.

Several minutes passed with no reply. I knew she must probably have had her phone plugged in her computer in the other room, and hadn’t heard the text alert. A few minutes later, I heard her coming up the stairs, calling out my name. I could tell by the rush of her feet on the steps, and her tone of voice that she was wanting to catch me before I made a mistake. I quickly scooped up my phone again and sent the pic before she made it to my office. I won’t have my glorious mistakes interrupted.

When she came in, she had that look of concern. “Don’t start doing stuff like that,” she said. “I can see you naked anytime. I don’t need those kinds of pictures on my phone.”

“Well,” I said, “I already sent the picture as you were coming up the stairs.”

“Oh no,” she rolled her eyes. She left my office and hustled downstairs.

She picked up her phone and checked the latest message:

I took that pic at the Fresh Market Sunday afternoon. I think it’s rather sexy.

Bullgrit

When the Zombie Apocalypse happens, I have a weapon within reach, and a nice high angle of fire out my office window.

Bullgrit

I won’t bother explaining the train of searches and side clicks through YouTube that got me to this; I’ll just get right to the subject this song brings up.

How many times have you said, “I love you”? To how many [non-family] people? How many times have you received an, “I love you”? From how many [non-family] people?

Have you ever said it or heard it this simply, this truly, this deeply from the heart?

[Ignore the unfortunate “It’s Cliff Richard” banner]

I know I’ve felt/feel it that deeply, but I really don’t think I’ve ever been able to say it that well, that simply, that heart-felt. And that’s kind of sad. Kind of disappointing.

My attempts at saying a heart-felt “I love you” tend to come out more like this:

Note: For those who pay more attention to the video than the lyrics, let me just point out — the song ain’t about exercise.

Bullgrit