One of my favorite things to do is to eat out. I absolutely love it. We usually only do it once a week to be frugal and it's probably better for my figure that way anyway, but it's still one of my favorite things. Now, what goes better with good food than good conversation? I'm not talking about my typical dinner conversation which usually goes like this:
Me: "Ryanna, please eat. If you're not going to eat your food when we go out, I'm going to have you eat before we leave home. Owen, please stop screaming. Derek, please help me deal with the kids."
Ryanna: "Mom, I need to go to the bathroom."
Me: "What? I asked you to go before we left the house." At this point my food is barely warm enough to eat anyway.
Derek: "Owen, stop throwing food all over the floor."
It goes on like this ad nauseum when it's a family night on the town. However, when it's just me and Derek, I love to chat. I get really excited about having an uniterrupted conversation. Any of you with children old enough to speak are shaking your heads in understanding here. So, why is it that when we go to eat, sometimes I'm left with nothing to say? I don't know, I can't quite figure it out sometimes, but I did discover the best place to create a longer conversation than you'll ever want to have--your bed.
Seriously, can any of you relate to this? Derek and I crawled into bed last night sometime before 10 pm and we didn't go to sleep until about midnight. For some reason, we get really philosophical as well as goal oriented when everything else in the house is silent.
Why does this happen? Why can't these amazing conversations happen at restaurants? What is it about the time right before I drift off to sleep that I start to remember all of these random stories and ideas I couldn't recall until then?