So, I went out to lunch with a (newish) mommy friend. New enough that we don't know a lot of each other's history and as such, small talk still plays a pretty big role in our conversations. Rough, but there's only one way, right? Anyway, as I was watching her trying to convince her (ahhh-dorable!) boy to eat some more of his sandwich before having other things, I started thinking about how our pediatrician is always telling us to "develop a 'take it or leave it' attitude with mealtimes. Well, instead of saying what I really meant, "Adelaide's pediatrician is always telling us to "develop a 'take it or leave it' attitude with mealtimes... that's so impossible! If we did that, she'd never eat another thing besides pasta and bread!", somehow it came out more like "I try to have a 'take it or leave it' attitude with mealtimes. If she doesn't want to eat something, then whatever!" In effect implying that that wasn't what she was doing, and that maybe that was somehow wrong? I then spent the next 10 minutes trying to dig my way out of that hole, going on and on and eventually trying to blame it all on Jordan somehow (he wasn't there, he'd never know anyway ;). Awkward! Like I said a couple of days ago, me and smalltalk? Not so good.
Did I ever tell you about the time when I accidentally semi-insulted day cares (only in order to defend myself, not at all because I really have any problems with day cares!) only to find out, like one sentence later, that someone in that very group was about to start her own daughter in one? Yeah, try to talk your way out of that one...
Now maybe you see why I qualify things I say here on the blog so much... because in real life my desperately-trying-to-make-conversation mouth gets waaay to far ahead of my brain and gets me into trouble all too often. Hence, foot in mouth disease.
