You know that lady that you see at Target that is narrating the shopping trip to the baby and saying stupid things like "here we go" & "now we just need to get some milk" & "shhh just a couple more things" in an annoying sing song voice? Or that lady that goes to the post office and stands in line and then at the front of the line realizes that she doesn't have her wallet? Or that lady that forgets to close the door when she leaves the house? Or that lady that is wearing a shirt that has baby spit up on it, only she doesn't seem to realize it and the baby isn't even with her?
Be nice to her.
Say hello.
It's me.
March 15, 2006
You know that lady...
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Yeah, that lady used to be me, too.
Now I'm that lady whose kid is running around underfoot in the mall and almost getting tripped over. And that lady whose kid is throwing food on the floor of McDonald's. And that lady who answers the door at 10 or 11am and signs for a package still in her very-non-sexy flannel pjs and bedhead. And that lady who has to pick the wide aisle at the supermarket because her kid's arms grow at least 24 inches when trying to reach the pretty shiny candy in the impulse buy area. And that lady whose kid is shrieking in the library and flailing to get "up, up, up" (we've got a little confusion about directions in our house), while she tries to pick out a book with more than 8 pages for herself.
That lady is me.
Don't laugh...it could be you soon.
So much to look forward to! ;)
I was getting really defensive about "that lady". It's good to know there are other ladies out there who aren't June Cleaver.
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