Dear WaMB,
thank you so much for stopping to talk today. How I appreciate dropping my daughter off at preschool with a scant three hours to myself, heroically doing a Market Basket run versus PeaPod simply to prove that I can, and spending an inordinate amount of time politely listening to you.
Oh how I longed, when I left my bed this morning, to run into you with your unsolicited advice!
And YES how I appreciate your sage words of wisdom "Enjoy it now, it only gets worse" My goodness, I wish you were at my wedding "You are never going to love him this much again, dear" would have been your toast.
But to get back on topic, THANK YOU! It hadnt occured to me to enjoy my children. And yes, I am lucky. I am aware that some people "cant have any".
Just to clarify though, I'm fairly certain my husband would have been happy with either outcome but yes, two boys are what we have. So he wasnt thrilled that he "finally got boys" nor will my daughter be relegated to the role of "princess" but how kind of you, oh random one, to stereotype my family for me.
I'm so glad that when we parted... a full 10 minutes was it? - later I was able to leave you with the following...
YOU: "oh, he has no socks! his feet must be FREEZING"
ME: "Yes, that's because I don't love him as much as the other one"
YOU: tittering nervously "Oh, that little cough, poor thing."
ME: "yes, and thats because I take him out with no socks."
Farewell, oh Mother Of All Knowing Market Basket Mother. Thanks for the chat.
1 comment:
I don't think anyone at my MB can actually speak English so no such conversation would ever confront me. On another up side, Little Brother was pretty sure he heard someone saying "yogabbagabba" in the dairy aisle.
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