
i attempted to join a group for mothers yesterday. the moms club. aside from the waking the kid up an hour early from nap (toddlers are woefully difficult to get out the door if they haven't slept. ahem. bad mommy much?), stuck behind a funeral procession, getting lost part, i was on time. *cough*
as the women discussed what group i should be in from my geographic location (they don't seem to be able to locate the ghetto...now where is that?) i realized that i wasn't cut out for groups.
is it any coincidence that they only group i'm able to remain a part of contains the word bitches? uhm. i did try to join the carving club. a club with knives. maybe there is a bitchy mama group out there? one where if someone pisses you off you can cut them? or at least break into a dance number from west side story?
i really think c. needs to socialize more, but i think we'll stick to the park, museum school, and the ymca. no organized religion, uh, mommy groups for me.
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I'm definitely a Shark -
wait, maybe a Jet...
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