Welcome my friends, to the show that never ends. My first post on a new forum, my fourth blog. Hmmm. Do I have issues with completing tasks? Perhaps. This blog, however, is for me. Not my family, not the friends I’m begging to read my witty insights. Me. To gripe and moan if I feel like it, to be sarcastic or silly. To be perpetually happy or just spew literary nonsense. And so it begins. And already, three sentence fragments. Ha!
Friday afternoon. Park day. Hooray. Notice the . and not the ! Why? I hate park day. I only do it because of mommy guilt. I would much rather be at home making lists, or surfing the internet or watching SpongeBob with my kids. However, the kids deserve the chance to get out and be social. Some take their dogs to the dog park for the same reason. Me? I consider my kids more important than a family dog so I’ll grit my teeth and get through it. It always feels like comparison time. What’s new, what are you wearing, what are you doing this weekend, what is everyone having for lunch. Blah. Strangely, this group consists mostly of Mormons, which I am not. A new mom was there today. Blonde. Three kids. “Where are you originally from?” I ask, because her husband is in the military.
“Utah.”
“Of course,” I think. And yes, my judgmental assumption was correct. Nothing wrong with Mormons. Great people. Heavenly underwear? So do not understand that whole concept. Having more kids than the Brady Bunch? Yeah, not for me either. I’ll stick to my W.A.S.P. lifestyle with the two kids and a margarita to start up the weekend. That’s sounding pretty good right now. Is 2:30 in the afternoon too early to start drinking?
All in all, the required child social hour was not as bad as it normally is. I was able to wrangle my kids into the car and no one is missing a fingernail and I still have all of my hair. I think that the constant wind blowing and the chill in the air made it easier to endure the idea of leaving. Hooray for February weather! (Did you notice the ! ?)
