When you join the league of SAHMs (stay at home moms) you forget that there are social graces amongst those who are not of your league. This is easily demonstrated in poop talk. You do not go to lunch with a childless friend and discuss the varying scents and textures of your babies poo. That is assuming you want to continue your friendship with this particular person.
I live a good life, the majority of people who surround me are able to talk the poo talk. However, I have a single sister in law, she just turned 22 and has her masters in accounting and works for the top accounting firm IN. THE. WORLD. Unfortunately I became too comfortable with her over the last week and let my “wall of tact” come crashing down.
She had asked if I had some extra products available to *ahem* assist in her monthly womanly journey.
I retrieved what I had from downstairs and while walking towards her with my head in a box of Tampax I shouted “I don’t really have a whole lot of supers, but I do have an ENORMOUS SUPER DUPER OVERNIGHT PAD…”
It was only as I got the word ‘PAD‘ out and held it up to show her I saw the look of horror, panic and fear in her eyes. She was on the phone. With an associate. A male associate. A professional male associate.
A professional male associate that she has to see on a daily basis in an office setting who probably didn’t want to know about my one last super duper enormous overnight pad. Or the fact that she was on her period.