Entertaining Myself
This afternoon I took Ashley and her friend to see this movie and while most of the funny parts were already shown in the movie's trailer, it was still a pretty good movie. (That's all you're going to get out of me.)
However, the whole can't be seen out and about with mom apparently starts at 12 years old. They wanted to go by themselves, but Bret and I felt we weren't ready for all of that to start yet. So, I went with and sat by myself - because I couldn't find anyone else my own age who was free today. Let me tell you, going to a movie by yourself? Feels very weird.
Next on my list of things I've decided to entertain myself with today would be this book that I checked out from the library after reading an excerpt posted by Jamie. A very fascinating read, I must say. Only after reading this book, I may no longer be able to bring myself to joke about Bret and I needing another wife anymore. While it would be nice to have someone to dump the cooking, cleaning and laundry onto, it doesn't seem so funny anymore.
3 comments:
I seem to remember a scene when you were young that you and a friend were strutting past a window in a mall and were horrified to see your Mom and Grandma. I bet you even remember the circumstances, lol. I do think you were older than 12 though going to a show by yourself.
Don't worry, when she is older (maybe in about 6 years) she will let you be seen with her again.
Payback, as they say, hehe.
My 29 year old daughter still doesn't want to be seen with me - LOL:):):)
She cannot yet appreciate my humor.
A second wife - never!!
I can relate to the whole not wanting to be seen in public with your mom thing...it does go away though. Motherhood can be such a thankless job at times. I have had students who made me and their mom walk ahead so she didn't have to be seen with EITHER of us! I had to laugh at that one because I would have probably done the same thing if I could have gotten away with it! My mom wasn't that concerned with what I determined would help my self-esteem by being willing to pretend I wasn't hers. Go figure!
Peace,
Diva
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