The Apocalypse is Imminent
I bought a pair of jeans yesterday.
I also bought a pant suit. (it was an Emma James! For $24.99! I was forced, dear reader!)
In Other News
On Saturday, we went to see Great Big Sea at the Molson Amphitheatre. Fantastic. However, I think a challenge was issued to Joey when Alan Doyle said “I do believe this is the largest group ever to dance to accordion music.”
Consider the gauntlet thrown.
I Am A Working Mom
I'm don’t wear Mom jeans or fanny pack
and I don't drive a mini van,
or go to Chucky Cheese
or cook with Lipton Onion Soup Mix.
I am NOT Dionne Warwick and I am NOT part of the psychic moms network
Unless you send a note home, I won’t know that tomorrow is Crazy Hat Day
I wear nylons, not track pants
I have hobbies
And some of them don’t include my son
I can’t make 24 nut-free treats with 8 hours notice
And no, I wouldn’t dream of buying them
Or making them from a mix
I’d be happy to order a sushi tray
I have my own life.
I could care less about my son’s bowel movements
And even less about YOUR son’s
I think it’s rude to drop your kids off at a birthday party
And come back for them at the end.
What’s with THAT?
I have no clue about
The politics of Little League Soccer
Or the secret password required for registration
Which was apparently handed out at the most recent playdate
Which I can’t attend
Because it’s Wednesday afternoons.
To pick my kid up at day camp
By 5:00 pm
Or pay $1 for each minute over is insane
And yet, I manage
My son is the one
Who knows what a ramekin is
And wants to play the accordion
He hasn’t seen Spiderman
Or the Power Rangers
But he thinks the Queer Eye theme music is good to dance to
I am the Ice Queen
And I am a working mom!