The 'moms' in my new neighborhood seem so nice yet it also seems that on a dime, they might turn quite wicked. I see them every morning at the bustop and they chat chat chat. I chime in now and again and they all say hello, good morning etc but we are new. I'm not let in the cirlce and really, I don't want to be. Is that rude of me? Probably. I don't want to be rude but I have far too much to do, way too much on my plate, to be sucked into any 'stuff''. I got invited to a Southern Living party (sorry Jen if you are reading) and went on. Thought it would be nice to attend even though I knew I was going to be late due to Noah's soccer game. I walked in and thank goodness, an old aquaintance (or friend used loosely) was there. But for the rest, I got a very Desparate Housewife vibe in that house. Very.
No shenanigans for me thankyouverymuch. No men in the basement. No handsome lawn boys round here. There is an Edie in the neighborhood though....hmm
I'll just watch it on TV and leave the rest to the girls. No need for extra drama in my life. My life is desparate housewifeless and that suits me just fine. Call me anti social, call me what you will. It's all good.
--J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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