When I grow up....

I want to be as good a mother as my friend and I would be overjoyed to have a kid as good as hers. The stupidest thing in the world happened at my favorite kid's school (favorite outside of Nicky of course). It was one of those things that our parents would have just smacked the hell out of us as kids but now requires police involvement, expulsion and long therapeutic discussions. I am just so damned proud of C for not being an idiot I can't stand it!! Would that I made as intelligent decisions as my fav 12 year old.....

The most boring person in the world.

I was wondering the other day why I so rarely spoke to my friends on the phone. We used to all update daily like it was our jobs. We actually did most of our talking while AT our jobs. Maybe that explains why I am the only one still at the same job...my coworkers thought we were all interesting and tried to listen in: but most jobs frown on employees being on personal calls more often than a tweener with boyfriend troubles. Since then, I have had a child, two friends moved away, a couple got day jobs, a couple of us (ME Included!!!)have decided to have our midlife breakdowns and depressive episodes to celebrate our new President and our economy and all of their kids have joined the ranks of FULL TIME sports and activities right when mine became a very active toddler. Now I spend all of my time either at work or playing with Nicky or cleaning / running errands and suddenly realize that I have become The Most Boring Person in the World to talk to on the phone. Unless you want to hear me carry on about my new Shark floor steamcleaner (Do you? Do you? Because this thing is the best invention to come along since Gmail! No kidding, I really have an inappropriate passion for the thing)or my new washer and dryer (Don't EVEN get me started on the front loaders, it sounds like porn when I talk about them) or my big day at the office or my kid...I got nuttin'. No stories about my fabulous dinner or my wild night of dancing or my evening at the theater. Now my idea of a great big time is going to sleep at 8pm and actually staying asleep until at least 6am, if I am lucky....No wonder I am so boring on the phone. Sorry kids, you know I still love you...right???