So, turns out I’m dating a drummer. Yup, I was pretty surprised too, but I’m starting to get it.

At first, I thought it was weird when a set of drums showed up in my basement, but I hardly go down there, so I wasn’t overly bothered 

The next thing I knew, I was listening to someone talk about the benefits of different sticks. I was like what? Are we talking about things from trees?

I got an eye roll, but again, I didn’t realize it was serious, so I just kept doing my thing.

Then suddenly, late nights with the boys started to happen. 

At first it was a one-off, then it started happening almost every week.

I started to see weird blisters showing up, and complaints of a sore neck, from all the drumming.

Then I started to hear the occasional recording- not much initially, but then every time they got together I’d hear an ‘interesting’ quality iPhone recording. 

But tonight, I finally got it. 

Tonight I went downstairs with my toddler, and watched him rock out to the sound of Maroon 5 in my basement, loud enough to be heard on the second floor. 

Sunglasses on, speakers blaring. Cats running away, dog hiding

Oh my god. I’m on a carousel with a drummer. 

I sure hope my husband doesn’t mind