I am anxious to get back to the playgroups with my Moms group, and talk with some of the other moms because I want to know what they talk to their husbands about at the end of the day. If I were to truly tell my husband what goes on with my day? Well, the conversation would be inane and irrelevant.
Gunnar: "How was your day honey?" Big smile.
Me: "You know the usual. Lucas got up late this morning and was crabby because he didn't have enough time to play before breakfast and Liam pulled off my tiny earring, you know, the one I was so excited about getting because I thought he wouldn't notice it, and I could wear earrings again? Anyways, he pulled it off, and I grabbed it from him and set it down so I could deal with him appropriately, and I forgot about it, but when I went back to look for it I couldn't find it. It might have gotten wiped off the table when I was cleaning, so I spent part of the day sifting through the garbage looking for it, then I looked through the cleaning cloths just in case it got tangled up in there, I checked the washing machine, dryer and the filter looking for it. But I couldn't find it. What did you do today?" Big smile.
In my defense, you have to remember, I likely would not have spoken to another adult all day. And sad to say, the "earring incident" epitomizes my dismay over my present state:
- gave up a lot to be home with my children = the earring
- was trying to get my life back= the earring
- only to have them show me exactly what they thought = ripping the earring out
And now it is lost...You could well understand why I try to have as little as possible to say at the end of the day if this is my contribution to the conversation!
What do we talk about? It's sobering to look at the list:
What's your 'bread & butter' conversation?
Gunnar: "How was your day honey?" Big smile.
Me: "You know the usual. Lucas got up late this morning and was crabby because he didn't have enough time to play before breakfast and Liam pulled off my tiny earring, you know, the one I was so excited about getting because I thought he wouldn't notice it, and I could wear earrings again? Anyways, he pulled it off, and I grabbed it from him and set it down so I could deal with him appropriately, and I forgot about it, but when I went back to look for it I couldn't find it. It might have gotten wiped off the table when I was cleaning, so I spent part of the day sifting through the garbage looking for it, then I looked through the cleaning cloths just in case it got tangled up in there, I checked the washing machine, dryer and the filter looking for it. But I couldn't find it. What did you do today?" Big smile.
In my defense, you have to remember, I likely would not have spoken to another adult all day. And sad to say, the "earring incident" epitomizes my dismay over my present state:
- gave up a lot to be home with my children = the earring
- was trying to get my life back= the earring
- only to have them show me exactly what they thought = ripping the earring out
And now it is lost...You could well understand why I try to have as little as possible to say at the end of the day if this is my contribution to the conversation!
What do we talk about? It's sobering to look at the list:
- How was your day?
- Did Lucas/Liam have a good day?
- Did Liam take a good nap?
- Anything special going on?
What's your 'bread & butter' conversation?
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Greta- Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! At least I know that someone else feels like I do! It really bothers me because this not quite what I had planned/expected.