Give us something to talk about
posted in Work-Life Balance, Mom Rants |
I don’t know what’s going on. My husband and I have nothing to talk about anymore. Well, that’s not entirely true, because the two of us can tell stories about junior all day long. But when it comes to free-flowing, mind-blowing, knock-your-socks off discussion we are in a serious drought.
The pinnacle of the conversational decline in our household came last Thursday after my husband had worked 12 hours and I was just finishing up cooking dinner after working a mere 10 hours. (Me cooking is a whole topic of discussion in and of itself, but one that’s not allowed to be talked about anymore. “Well, sweety, I didn’t marry you for your culinary skills.” Ouch.) After my husband walked in and changed, we went about eating our dinner and discussing some of the day’s events.
“Junior hates it when I work from home”
“Oh, then don’t.”
“I know, but sometimes it’s just easier if I do.”
“Well, then do it.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You want to know what happened today?”
“What.” (Notice, it’s not a question anymore)
“Our nanny had to take her car in.”
STOP.
Which was followed by a moment of silence and a sad refrain:
“Don’t we have anything better to talk about than the nanny’s car trouble?”
Heh. It seems that the minutae of what happens every day has clouded my ability to discuss things outside of my home life. I’m too absorbed by (in order of importance) - my son’s happiness, the nanny’s happiness, staying awake at work, ensuring I can get home in time, finding something to make for dinner, making sure my husband is happy (sorry, honey) - to worry about what the heck I can talk about anymore. By the end of the day my life is like one long checklist and any resulting conversations are just tick marks to prove that I’m still alive and kicking. I’m in a dry spell of being interesting.
I tried in earnest to please my husband with some stimulating conversation the other night about something he’s interested in - biking. In case you didn’t know, we are smack dab in the middle of the Tour de France - (just when I thought sports watching had come to a nice summer slowdown.) But somewhere between the definition of a peloton and trying to figure out if the rider Levi Leipheimer is Jewish (we like to support any professional Jewish athlete we can find), I dazed off. I just wasn’t that into it.
We’re in need of some serious conversational therapy over here. Even if the men in tight bike shorts have great legs; I can’t fake it anymore. Anyone got any ideas?


















