Playdate Politics

I told my husband I came up with the title to this entry but had no idea what it was going to be about. So here I am again, another directionless entry. Speaking of no direction, hence randomness of topic - can I just say that I over use the "dot-dot-dot." While I do know gramatically what purpose it serves, I use it for no such purpose other than to transition without the use of a comma or semi-colon, because the truth is I don't know when to use a semi-colon. There, I said it.

Well, I'm still pregnant...surprise, surprise. When I was pregnant with my first daughter, my doctor lectured me at 38 weeks telling me, "Now don't come in here asking why the baby hasn't come yet when you're still two weeks shy of your due date" blah blah blah. Screw him. How dare he say that to a woman who has been occupied by another human being for the better part of a year. However, this pregnancy seems to be different. Perhaps a fellow 38 weeker took him out during his lecture and he had a change of heart? Whatever the case, doc seems to want to get things going ASAP. So I'll go in Friday to have a little "procedure" done that I'll spare you the details of in hopes of getting me into labor over the weekend. Here's to hoping!

So Playdate Politics - what are they you might ask? It's like high school all over again. Mom's buddying up and inviting groups of kids over to their houses to "play"...which is code for letting the kids run around like cats on cat nip while the mom's cluster together and talk trash about Jane Doe at ECFE. Yet somehow, these play groups are oddly exclusive and an invite seems to be coveted like a Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocoate Factory. I don't think I want any part of these playgroups. I mean, what do I ACTUALLY have in common with these women other than the fact that we both have children? Since when does becoming a mother mean forgetting about the fact that for the previous 30 years of my life, I've tended to associate with people who are SIMILAR to me. Now all of the sudden I should just associate with people because we both spit out a human being one day? I think not. WELL SAID!

Well, the hormones have clearly gone to my happy place and a happy place no longer exists. I'll go to the next closest place - my bed. Good night!