This morning my mom and I took the kids to the neighborhood park. Elizabeth was running all around the playground, sliding on the slides, climbing everything climbable (is that a word?) and swinging, swinging, swinging.
While she was working herself up for an early nap (I hope, I hope), I sat on a park bench with Dylan, who was getting sleepy himself.
These two ladies (well, females) were walking around the park with their dogs. The blue tank top lady had a big dog and the pink T-shirt lady had a tiny foo-foo dog. I don't know if that's relevant, but that's how it was. Both of these women were in their 40s (at least). As they walked behind me (for the fifth time that morning) one of them said out loud and in my earshot "Aren't you glad you're out of THAT phase?" to which the other replied with some strange grunting laugh.
WHAT phase? WHAT PHASE?
The having the cutest baby in the world snuggling you in the park PHASE? Or the having a definable waist PHASE (ahem, ladies, more walking, less chatting)? Or the "my decollatage doesn't look like beef jerky" PHASE? Or perhaps she was referring to the retaining one's NATURAL hair color PHASE (these two ladies had clearly not seen NATURAL since last century).
Perhaps I was miffed for no reason, perhaps she meant to say "Boy it sure is a hard job being a young mother with two sweet, beautiful, active kids. It looks like you are doing a great job. I sure enjoyed my time with my little children but it's swell when they get older too. Have a nice day."
5 comments:
You're probably right.
I'm just being touchy. And kind of bitchy myself.
Ah, sweet irony.
Amy, I don't know you, but you seem very wise. Jessey, for your own sake, don't let yourself get upset over cranky bitches. All your points are correct and they're probably just jealous that they are no longer in the "young and cute enough that my husband still wants to see me naked" phase. You are in the exact stage some of us are racing toward madly. By the way, decollatage...brilliant word, my dear. Brilliant.
-Erin
I think they're in their 'lack of hormones phase' while you're in you're 'no lack of hormones phase'.
I think you shouldn't worry about what dumb people say about you. Just make fun of them back! That's more your style.
Best. Title. Ever. It's art, girlfriend. I applaud you.
Yes, Bob did not come with me. he's working hard. But when I told him of the travails, he said the next scent of trouble would put him in a vehicle heading our way...and that's why I love him.
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