See how I’m gettin’ all bloggy and stuff. What the hell? Who turned me into a regular writer. Oh that’s right. Taking my own assvice from that whole blog carnival thing. Thanks Jen.
Ok, you guys guessed it right. I should have made the trivia much more difficult and said no Google (Neal). We are headed to lovely Anchorage, AK. My best friend Jake just had a beautiful baby girl so I have to go and do my obligatory baby sniffing. In years past baby sniffing has made me want one so we’ll see how this trip turns out. Last time Jake had a baby, Quin, she even washed him before I got to sniff him. Since I’m the mother to a particularly odoriferous toddler child washing is not a necessity. So you’re off the hook this time Jake.
This morning I continued with Project Get My Kid Out of the House. We headed off to our local, and regular park. As always my child stood around and watched all the other kids play. There was a bit of the crying and whining when another child would play on his bouncy car. The boy looked at this child as if to say, “that is my car. Don’t even think of getting in it or I will melt your face off with my laser beam eyes.” Then something miraculous happened. While my child was blissfully playing in said bouncy car a girl (older I might add) came and sat in the car with him. He was ok with this. But this little girl’s bff, who’s mother calls Bear, was not so pleased that some other kid was sitting next to his woman. And lemme tell you this boy was much larger than the boy and could definitely lay the smack down on my pip squeak. Of course my child would try to reason with him first seeing as Bear was lacking in the verbal skillz area.
While I watched all of this transpire I couldn’t help myself doing a little comparing. Most moms sit around and compare their children. Not me. I sat around and compared myself to all the other moms. I was dressed nice, yet comfortably. I had remembered to brush my hair and of course I wore a pair of cute tennis shoes. For all my work at making myself look presentable, I still compared myself to them. Why? They each had a friend. Two moms sitting here or there. An obvious play group having lunch on a blanket. “Hi Betty,” or “Hi Susan,” when someone new arrived. Where was I? Sitting along on a bench.
Frankly, I’m jealous. Sure it is easy to say look in the paper and find a play group. Or take your child here or there. But I’m socially awkward. Really. I have such a hard time making friends. I lack the ability to start a conversation. I would love to have a girlfriend that lives down the street or within a short distance. Sure Neal, you are a great friend, but would you have appreciated me phoning this morning and asking if you wanted to go shoe shopping? I didn’t think so.
I’ll keep trying. We’ll make regular trips to the park and the pool. Hopefully I’ll make a friend when preschool starts. Who knows. Anyone want to move to my neighborhood? There are plenty of houses for sale. (That last one is right across the street from me. Your view out the front would be my lovely garden!)