When I first started blogging, I participated in something that happened on Fridays. But I can't remember what and I'm really too lazy to go back and check. Anyway, I don't come across as many blog carnivals as I used to, but I find that specific topics (ie True Confession Tuesday) help me blog more consistently. I'm the kind of person who needs boundaries and goals. I would have a much cleaner house, for example, if someone were grading me on it.
Anyway, recently I realized that, along with a svelte figure and sleep, motherhood has robbed me of my social skills. I have no emotional intelligence - in fact, I can barely remember to ask people how they are. It's not that I don't care, it's just that I'm trying to keep from ripping my hair out. That takes up most of what's left of my brainpower. Consequently, I make a lot of les faux pas. And you know the way I handle embarrassment is by blogging about it.
Faux 1
A hot morning. Preschool is over for the year (more on that later). Hot Guy has the car. I need to go to the bank and the library and entertain my kids. So I have the genius idea that we'll walk on all of these errands, with a side trip to the Dunkin Donuts for a munchkin bribe. The bank is not that far, but between pushing a 25 pound kid, 40 pounds of books and the heat, I am a sweaty mess by the time we get there. And of course it's annoying and the baby starts screaming to get out of the stroller halfway through. Fortunately, the air-conditioned mecca of sugar is next door. I assume it will be fairly empty at this time of the morning, but naturally it is crowded so by the time I get the sugar and my diet Pepsi I am already flustered. I can barely get through with the stroller and the big table in the back is blocked by 2 standing women. They are talking to a woman at another table, and don't seem to notice us. So I squeeze the kids in next to the seated woman. When she turns around, I apologize and say pointedly, "There was no other room." She smiles and says hi to my kids, tells the daughter on her lap to do the same. I stand and chug my diet Pepsi and stifle ChunkMonkey's "Out!OUt!" yells with glazed munchkins. The woman asks me if we've walked there and I nod and wonder why she keeps talking to me. She seems surprised that I'm not really talking back. But I'm hot and all I want is for her to leave so I can sit.
It's not until after she's left that I realize she lives down the street from us. Our children have played together in the cul-de-sac. I used to know her name.
Oops.
1 comment:
Dang, sounds like my every day minus the kids...
Similar situation- the first time hubs and I went to Walt Disney World in May it was 95 degrees EVERY DAY (thankfully this trip was between 88 and 92 most days). I get heat exhaustion really easily and after they (hubs and his bff) talked me into going to the "cool and shady" Tom Sawyer Island (which has only one way on and off which is by raft), we discover that there is no air conditioning, even in emergencies.
Hubs is completely convinced that there is a bridge off the island despite the fact that we've sailed the whole way around the island on their big riverboat. He drags me the whole way across the island and the bridge (which connects to a smaller island- not the main park). I, am about to pass out. Very angry, very sick, very not with it. Apparently while we were standing on the bridge trying to decide if we should let him keep making me walk or if we should go back to the rafts (FYI- I was sitting in front of the rafts before he dragged me across the island) a cute kid shyly told me how much he liked my Jack Skellington purse. I have absolutely no memory of this, but do bear horrendous guilt for not being sweet to a little boy that I never even saw.
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