We had an interesting dinner conversation tonight. We have a full house/table with Jana home from school. The dynamic shifts, as do the seats, to bring us back to the original four. We fall back into the way we were when she still lived here. There is truly nothing more comforting than a family that is whole again.
The conversation at our dinner table is always pretty lively. There are no rules. No taboo subjects, for me anyway. I believe in open discussion and the right to speak your mind as long as you are respectful to others. It was always this way, but somewhere along the line I guess I loosened up the reigns on cursing and *questionable family topics*. Especially for myself. Come to think of it I would say I am the one that says the most outrageous things at the table.
Not sure how it started, but for some reason I had a run of topics come out of my mouth that left my kids… well almost stunned.
Danny: Wow, think of a list of the most outrageous things to hear a mom say and you pretty much hit them all.
Jana: With each topic I did not think it could get worse… and then it did.
Me: Really? Crap, are you guys going to need therapy from this?
Jana: Nah, it’s fine.
Danny: Don’t worry, the damage was done a long time ago. We’re good.
Gary: this is definitely going to be a blog post!
Perhaps I should consider some restraint in the future.
Probably unlikely.
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i could cry but i don't have time 