Highlights of the Week
Sunday: Husbandrinka returns from the farmers' market with so many tomatoes that I worry that he cashed out our 401K plans and put it all in tomatoes. I try to impress everyone with my bit of tomato trivia--"it's a fruit!" My daughter asks, "are you going to tell us that every time we have tomatoes?" Ego bruised.
Monday: I get an email from someone who read my blog asking me to appear on a documentary about Beta Moms. Beta Moms, apparently, are moms who have made "the intelligent choice" not to be obsessed with the cleanliness of their homes, their kids' clothing matching and anything that doesn't involve a gin and tonic. I mention this to my friend John who suggests that I am not Beta Mom, I'm Omega Mom.
Tuesday: I am supposed to meet bloggers Meghan and Z for drinks! I have pre-meeting anxiety! What if they don't show up? What if they are insane? What if I am insane? They show up and they're not insane and we have a great time until I realize that they were probably the pretty, popular girls in high school and would have ignored me. The nerve! But they are so nice! Maybe they would have befriended me? Yes, I think they would have! Great, now they're pretty and nice. I may never forgive them.
Wednesday: I have dinner with some of my friends, who are moms from my kids' school, to celebrate two of their birthdays. We have many margaritas. I pay for my portion and when I get home, I realize that even though my receipt says $100, the online statement shows that I was charged $350. Many unpleasant phone calls follow. I vow never to eat again. The manager asks me to call back tomorrow, because maybe the charges on my online statement will reconsider and leave or something and maybe he's hoping to be struck by lightning to avoid talking to me ever again.
Thursday: I call the manager of the restaurant to report that the wrong charges are still on my statement and he says, "call me tomorrow, I am feeling nervous today." Huh. I call the credit card company and cancel the charges. I am a master of international finance.
Friday: My daughter's violin playing cannot be described in words. I tell her that if she doesn't want to practice, no one has to know! It'll be our little secret! She tells me that she loves the violin, and intensifies the screeching. I change strategy and tell her that she should practice more, because she's getting really good. She says, "Ok, I will!" My plan backfires. As do my ears. The violin surge continues.
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