the mornings/afternoons have been dragging on. i feel like i know what is coming, some of it is good, some of it is going to be hard. i wish i could zap myself to the good stuff and have so much behind me already. that's of course partly my fault for procrastinating and being scared but after processing the talks i've had with bob and ina i feel like i've really got nothing to lose by pushing forward...cryptic enough for you?
last night was p's preschool orientation (she starts on tuesday). i feel especially stand-out-ish because i'm still the youngest mom in any crowd but now also "the single mom." the one with no wedding ring that "the single dad" (or jerky married guy with no wedding ring?) sidles up next to and tries to make small talk with. (no joke.) this man, in his late 30's (?), acts like that annoying kid in your college class, there clearly of his own volition but for some reason trying to act like he's too *cool* to be there. "why are we even here?" well, um, i'm pretty sure it's for a preschool orientation. "whatever." i glance up at him and he tries to get me to collude with him about just how lame preschool orientations are. this guy is clearly a rookie: he leaves a seat between himself and i and another mom comes and sits in between us. i almost hug her. so mr. pissy storms out while the teacher is talking but not before shooting me a dirty look. *shrugs*
last night was p's preschool orientation (she starts on tuesday). i feel especially stand-out-ish because i'm still the youngest mom in any crowd but now also "the single mom." the one with no wedding ring that "the single dad" (or jerky married guy with no wedding ring?) sidles up next to and tries to make small talk with. (no joke.) this man, in his late 30's (?), acts like that annoying kid in your college class, there clearly of his own volition but for some reason trying to act like he's too *cool* to be there. "why are we even here?" well, um, i'm pretty sure it's for a preschool orientation. "whatever." i glance up at him and he tries to get me to collude with him about just how lame preschool orientations are. this guy is clearly a rookie: he leaves a seat between himself and i and another mom comes and sits in between us. i almost hug her. so mr. pissy storms out while the teacher is talking but not before shooting me a dirty look. *shrugs*