Saturday, December 18, 2010

Just Call Me Cynical

As far back as I can remember my dad has called me cynical. It used to kind of sort of bother me when I was younger but now I embrace it. I am a realist

I have never been the rah, rah lets join the team kind of person. I am not one to be fakey fakey nice to people to make friends or fit in. As I often put it, I am not a joiner. I have come to terms with who I am and I think it works for me.

When my son was born I had absolutely no desire to join any mom groups or have play dates- besides, what the hell kind of a play date can a baby have? Aren't those "play dates" just an excuse for the moms to get out of being alone with their child and to complain about how difficult their life is? So lame. And while we are on the subject- the term play date is really lame. Please slap me if you ever hear me say it again. We didn't have play dates whe I was a kid- we went over our friends houses and played. When did this "date" crap get added?

Gosh darn it- if I am going to get out of being alone with my kids and complain about how difficult my life is it is going to be while having some drinks while someone else is watching my kids. And if I am going to go on a date it is going to be with my husband, not some housewife who is lonely and wants to pimp out her kids to make friends.

Disclaimer: If you are offended by anything I have said then I suppose we don't have too much in common. I am guessing that I most likely don't have much in common with a lot of moms.

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