renewed faith in this whole blogging experience. Your comment reminded me that I DO in fact have friends out there (Just not my neighbor who “ended our friendship.”) I mean who does that?
I confronted friends I wanted to “un-friend” in elementary school. And it went well; I made them cry and the teacher made me apologize. THEN the teacher called my Mom to tell her to tell me that I was mean. SO, my Mom taught me something called TACT, so that when I DID need to SERIOUSLY confront someone I could do it respectfully. At the ripe old age of 29 I don’t see the need to speak to neighbors that I see every day and SECRETLY dislike and tell them in PUBLIC that I dislike them. I think that’s weird.
So here is what happened: Neighbor brings over sick kid for a play date. Gooner got it. Q got it. I’ll probably find it dormant in the bathroom while I’m nesting right before labor. And then I will have an icky runny green encrusted nose while I’m trying to push. Awesome. At least I won’t have to blame Sooner.
My neighbor – who refuses to take responsibility – brought her sick kid over to my house. Mind you, the kid is still in that baby stage where sucking and eating all of Gooner’s toys is SUPER FUN.
Just as any mother would, I asked my neighbor if her son was sick despite all the obvious physical signs indicating that he CLEARLY was – snot was running so quickly down his face that my neighbor announced that she had run out of Kleenex and wanted to know if I had any extra on hand. Low and behold Gooner got sick. In light of that, I approached my neighbor and told her that since we only live next door, in the future she needs to call me to cancel any plans we may have if her kids are sick.
SWHND: A few days later, my nieghbor TEXTED me and told me that with my “high parenting standards we could no longer be friends.” And that if she “acted like me she wouldn’t have any friends.”
ME: I didn’t respond….um….how do you respond to that?
So, at first I didn’t care. I mean, you broke up our friendship via text message! But THEN, I began to feel bad. I mean, someone doesn’t like me AND I already feel fat, BIG, and puffy. I now sport that pregnant puffy that most women get but seem to lose on that last push out of the baby… And I don’t know, she’s maybe a negative zero because she struggles with anorexia…which I don’t endorse but does have me feeling like the community whale.
Can I hear an AMEN? Nothing like being married to an African God to make you feel, um BIG.
Onto BRIGHTER things…I’m due next month. Say again? NEXT MONTH. I’m in denial that it will happen in January BECAUSE I make a nice baby home. Honestly. (Except for the starving Sooner part…) My midwife was trying to measure me last week and after MUCH trying and me finally asking her WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU PUSHING ON ME, and she uttered, “I just can’t find your pubic bone!” And that got me laughing, “My pubic bone!? You are about 5 inches too high!” Yah, my long torso throws doctors WAY off. I’m abnormal, and this in turn allows my babies to stretch and wiggle until we force them out.
Long story…not as short as I thought it would be…thanks for commenting.