Is There a Dale Carnegie School for Soccer Moms?
Tonight was my turn to take Caitlin to soccer practice. She had a great time and even scored a goal during their scrimmage. The coach told her “way to go Caitlin, you were on fire!” after her goal. When practice was over we celebrated by ordering frozen yogurt sprinkled with Reese’s Pieces and M&Ms at TCBY and she kept saying proudly, “I made fire mama! I made fire!” Yeah, baby. You sure did.
At one point during practice I was making small talk with two moms and as the coach broke out some insect repellant the subject of bug bites came up which segued into tick bites and the fact that our state’s governor has finally recovered from a mysterious tick borne illness. (Lucky dog, he lost 15 pounds!)
I, of course, had to tell them that I’d been sick last month with the freakishly odd summer pneumonia, but that my doctor initially misdiagnosed me as having a tick borne illness such as Lyme Disease or Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. I realized about 15 seconds into my pneumonia speech that their eyes were glazing over and I’d forever typecast myself as the mom who gabs too much about personal weird trivial health facts that they could give a rat’s ass about. Great. Now my only hope is to lay low and stick to safe conversation starters like the weather. I think I need to brush up on my How to Win Friends and Influence People skills.
