Person of Few Words

I have read a few books on relationships and gender differences.

One understanding I have come to achieve is that men have a speech quota. Well, if not most all men have at least some sort of quota. And it works for the better.

I am not a man, but I don't like talking too much. I think that if something needs to be said, it has to be said properly, with meaning and without beating around the bush because I shouldn't have anything to hide. This is a bit idealistic though. Towards the end of each day my words lessen and so does my brain function these days. But having a baby- it changes. You have to be fun and lively up until an hour before their bedtime. Singing, dancing, praising, encouraging, guiding, and being silly.

So I was having lunch with the in laws and their friend, a very lively, lovely burly man.

The lunch experience would have been excruciatingly terrible if not for this funny man.

Baby was irritable from the 3 jabs he had earlier in the morning, and it didn't help when the waitress told us we had to wait half an hour. In the end, we had to wait 60 minutes and poor baby couldn't sit still anymore, insisted grandad carry him around the whole place and outside.

Family friend: Whoahhh this grandad so devoted one ah, can carry the baby the whole time!

Me: Yeah, no choice. *smiles

Family friend: Eh you very lucky you know! ( doesn't know what else to say at this point)

MIL: oh..er I think he likes it also lah.

Me: ??? (huhh??)

And I only just realised what my 3 words could have meant instead of what I intended them to mean!

It could have meant I have no choice but to have such a FIL looking after my baby, therefore Ff said what he did above and why MIL seemed to be defending FIL.

But what I really meant was FIL had no choice but to carry Baby around the whole hour while waiting for our food because Baby had demanded him to do so. And agreeing with Ff that he is indeed a wonderful grandad.

Oopsies!! Or maybe I am thinking too much because this brain is all jumbled up. Lego, poo, potty, nappy, pharmacy...oh whateva!

So sometimes, I think it's better to stick to being talkative. But I really don't have the energy to do so.

Another lesson I have learnt from this is, before you choose to get offended or shocked by what someone of little words has to say, think about what they may have really meant when they said what they did at the time.

Make sense?