TMI.....

Let me tell you about a friend of mine who, when asked if she'd like to see pictures of someone's grandchildren, says, "No."

I love her.  I wish I could bring myself to do that.  I want to be nice, even though I really don't care.

Now multiply that by six hours of being in the company of three sixty-something women who all have grown children.  And grandchildren.

Two of them talked about their 'kids' like they still needed help tying their shoes.
Their relationships, their education, their jobs.  No, not my friends' lives - their childrens'!  Whom I don't know and will probably never meet.

Not that I need to.  I know more than I ever wanted to:  their allergies, their pets, whether they're coming home for Thanksgiving or where they will be, or will they be having two main Thanksgiving dinners.  Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??

And why do these women prattle on with all this  - dare I say it - gossip about their offspring!!?? Do they find their lives empty?  Are they overly invested in their childrens' lives?  Almost like helicopter moms, except the people aren't in junior school, they've mostly finished university and have their own, productive, independent lives.  Is it loss of control in their lives that compels these grandmothers to chatter away?  Are the elders trying to solve their own problems and/or their childrens'??.

Maybe I just need a photo album filled with cute pix of my imaginary cat.