Picture this: I’m meeting three girlfriends for dinner at a trendy restaurant, and I’m excited. Since having a child, my girls’ night out frequency has dipped from a few times a week to once in a blue moon, and I’m eager for some adult female company.
I’ve squeezed my post baby body into a cute outfit, applied actual makeup (despite having to “share” brushes with my toddler) and showed up ready for the customary exchange of hyperbolic compliments (“Those shoes are to-die-for!”) and juicy gossip. It’s all fun and games until one friend asks about my daughter. As I launch into the story of her latest crib escape, our other friend barks, “No! We are not talking about our kids tonight. Surely you must have SOMETHING else going on in your life that you can share with us.”
I was stunned. And annoyed. Why should this woman be able to dictate the topic of conversation? Wasn’t it my evening just as much as hers? Of course the bigger problem was that with kid talk off the table, I was tongue-tied. What else was going on in my life besides preschool applications and mommy & me music class? Um…
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