Since becoming a stay-at-home mother, I have realized how desperate I come off for adult conversation now. It was a slow, gradual realization I had. Like when I scheduled a girls night out for the first time since T was born and then I completely monopolized the conversation all night without realizing it. I just had so much to say! I was sitting in a restaurant with real clothes on, no diaper bag or baby on my hip with two other female adults. Hello, world.... I'm Erin and I'm out on the town!!!
Then there's the other moms I feel the need to cling to whenever they are around. The moms at the grocery store pushing their kids around in strollers. We smile or make a passing comment to each other about how our babies are looking at each other and then move on our way. But I have that 'missed connection' feeling. Wait! Come back! Be my friend and stand in Kroger's produce section for another 20 minutes (or until one of our babies cries- whichever comes first) and talk to me! I don't care what we talk about, it just feels good not to be reading The Pout Pout Fish for the 12th time today.
On another note, we've had a lot of people coming into our house lately due to some updates, repairs and inspections that come with selling a house. Typically these are men working on such projects, but that doesn't stop me. I welcome them in with exuberance which, come to think of it, might be why they work so quickly and get things done in less time than estimated. I just thought they were efficient. Occasionally one of them will give me a small nugget of real life which I hungrily accept. The guy working in our basement this week saw T and said, "Cute kid. My wife is 5 months pregnant." So I took that as my cue to congratulate him, ask him if they knew if it was a boy or girl, recite any and all baby names I've ever liked, gave him the pros and cons of registering at Target and was sure to let him know what the best diaper brand is.
The UPS man, bank tellers, neighbors out for a walk or the woman at the deli counter... none of them are safe! Beware, the SAHM does not discriminate. You have been warned.