toe in the eye Alas. Alas what? Alas something. I broke down and joined this local mamas' group that I found on the internet. Yes, I snicker at myself sometimes. But I was thinking of some things that could get me and the baby OUT OF THIS GODDAMN HOUSE every now and then, besides unnecessary trips to the store and walks to the same park to swing in the same swings every day, and the mama's group was the best that I could come up with. I thought about mother-baby yoga, but those women are way too serious and spacy and good-looking; and besides, Juniper can't do those positions yet and she'd look crappy in a leotard, what with the diaper and all. I also thought about a baby swim class but: getting into a heavilly chloronated pool with a bunch of defecating infants? No thanks! At first I was thinking that joining a mothers' group that I found online would be like finding a date on the internet: the people I would meet would be somehow socially retarded and too scared of real human contact to have met anybody in the normal fashion. And then I thought, "Hey! People just like me!" So I joined. I went to the first meeting in the park yesterday, and wandered around aimlessly for a few minutes, trying to guess who was from my group as there were a lot of moms and kids there. I asked one woman, and created a somehow awkward moment, as she was not a member of the group. I finally found the women, and while they were lovely people, I was generally reminded why I do not have many women friends: the gossiping and bitchyness. Speaking of babies... |