Dear Addie,
It happens to me all the time, I’ll be in the grocery store, car, therapy waiting room, or even the elevator and I will inevitably hear THAT song. You know the one, the song that will be stuck in your head for the unforeseeable future. Yeah, that one. Sometimes good, sometimes perhaps annoying. You’ll start humming it running errands or singing it making dinner - it’s there front and center of your subconscious having busted into your life like your very own theme song. It’s crazy to think how sometimes just a snip from one song can hold so much space in our memory?! Am I losing it? Has lack of sleep over the years finally gotten the best of me?
The good news here is this is actually pretty normal and psychologists even refer to it by a super fancy name called Involuntary Musical Imagery or INMI for short. Ok, so we can all relax knowing we don’t have a strange theme song following us everywhere and we’re not crazy! Now for those of us not in the medical realm of life and thanks to some English and German origins have come to know these song experiences not by INMI but by a far less glamorous name of “earworms.” Not gonna lie, that just sounds gross, but I digress.
You may be wondering why I bring this up and it’s because I believe you my dear have had a bit of an earworm for quite some time now and by some time I mean like 8 months. Anyone who has spent as little as 10 minutes with you can attest to the truth in this and no doubt is now singing right along with you...
“You let the dogs out? Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!”
I still have not quite pinpointed where the earworm originated from for you, but it did and it’s stuck! It’s so stuck in your head that it’s basically been adopted as a new family pet around here - we all sing it now! In fact, you’re exceptionally good at getting others to sing along with you. Just this week while in a therapy assessment you stopped mid-assessment to sing “who let the dogs out…” then proceeded to look at the therapist in silence until she responded “woof, woof, woof, woof, woof” back at you. To which you stimmed and giggled with excitement. Clara and Gabe were in the waiting room listening to all this and asked “was the therapist singing who let the dogs out too?” I couldn't help but laugh.
For the past 8 months, we’ve been left wondering who did let those dogs out? But you know what Ad, this earworm just makes you so super happy so we’ll just keep questioning as long as we need to and perhaps just be thankful we are singing about baby sharks.
Love you earworms and all!
Mom
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