Today was Arianna’s very first gymnastics class, and I had Gia with me, who is not in the class but sat on a bench like a good little girl the entire time, although she was itching to jump in the germ infested pit of colored plastic balls that the toddlers were in hog heaven rolling around in.
Pretty sure there is some contagious disease lurking on the yellow ball but I just smile and cringe as my daughter partakes in the funky (or some kind of funk) pit of fun.
Speaking of smiling, I have this sort of fake smile for 45 minutes straight as I stand around with moms I don’t know and who are clapping and smiling just like me (Wonder what’s really going on in their minds… “Ugh, I am so tired, what am I making for dinner? I really do not like that woman, Do I really have to sing this good bye song, I hope Jim does not want it tonight, there is noo way, I am bloated, drained, and exhausted).
At the end of class, we were gathering our coats and saying our goodbyes, and Gia asked if we could go to Dunkin Donuts, hard for a child to resist when we did park right in front of one and she is kind of used to going there.
Funny thing is when I was pregnant with Gia, I could not even go into a Dunkin Donuts without gagging from the smell. Perhaps I should get pregnant again to help me break this donut store addiction of ours. Future child would hold an important role in our lives- the baby that stopped munchkin madness!
Of course we were going, I already had that in mind when we parked our car near one and Gia was amazingly well behaved during the class, despite having to sit next to a boy, a major sacrifice for her. She is passionate about her disdain for members of the opposite sex!
Before I could even say anything, this woman next to me piped up and said, “Awww, I know right, such guilt, I mean I gave my daughter a rice krispie treat for breakfast, it’s something at least.”
Again, there’s that fake smile again, with a forced laugh I said, “Yea, I know what you mean.”
But, what I wanted to say was “LADY- Did I ask you for your opinion? Do I care what your daughter ate for breakfast, Do I look guilty or perplexed about the choice to take my kid to get a donut- do you have any idea that I write a @#$%ing blog and the main driving force behind it is our love of the donut shop?”
But I didn’t. I put on the fake mom smile – oh wait, it was still frozen on my face like some happy muppet, and said “Well, she did do such a good job of sitting here and my kids already had eggs for breakfast so I’m sure its fine.”
Of course it’s fine, their my kids, it’s my choice, and I have no guilt whatsoever and the part about the eggs, I made that up!
But I’m pretty sure if I told her what I really thought, I would have major guilt, not glazed with a side of blueberry muffin guilt.
So we go to our second home and Gia didn’t even want one- she wanted a bagel and cream cheese. Take that Ms. Rice Krispie.
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