Soymilk Playdate
posted in Don't Know What to Make of This, Mom Rants |
As it turns out, the internet is a small, small world. About as small as a game of Jewish geography. Maybe it’s this way because I live in the Midwest. More likely, is that I’m a yenta, and when something funny happens to me I like to gab about it.
So when, a couple of weeks ago, I got picked-up at Starbucks, I thought to myself, “I have to post about this random incident!” And, of course, I did. I even went so far as to publish the identity of the poor woman who I talked to with my unbrushed teeth. (I have since removed her name in the effort to not put her out there on the world wide web like I do myself. I guess I posted it too early in the morning for me to be thinking rationally.)
But what I didn’t realize was that someone out there knew exactly who picked me up at Starbucks. Days later I received an e-mail from that someone telling me her small-world connection to my coffee shop encounter. It was like one degree of internet separation. The whole thing felt like destiny to me. My nonfat-extra-hot-chai-tea latte had a broader purpose!
So I got the e-mail address of my future friend and we set up a play date last week at our local park. It all seemed benign and meant to be. Our internet set-up was fate in the making.
And then the soy milk spilled.
Some women have martini playdates. But I’m not that cool. I brought only soy milk to mine. See, my son’s had a bit of a stomach bug of late and he’s drinking soy milk instead of his regular whole milk variety. And it has thrown off my mojo. It doesn’t smell the same and he doesn’t like as much as the full-fat counterpart. And apparently, I can’t screw the top on those darn Nuby straw cups very well. (They say they don’t spill, but I can attest, they do if you don’t get the top on it just perfect.) And when it spills, it really, really spills. Everywhere. All over the bottom of my stroller and into my brand new diaper bag.
An empty sippycup and wet receiving blanket reminds me of drier days.
This all doesn’t sound so bad unless you realize that I had just received the diaper bag as a Mother’s Day gift 5 days ago, and I had to literally un-velcro the storage compartment underneath my Bugaboo to dump out the bag of milk. (It, like the top of the sippy cup, is very tricky to deal with.) The “oooh that’s messy” comment from an nosy bystander didn’t help either.
I can cry over spilt milk on my new bag.
I tried to keep my cool throughout the process of cleaning the Exxon-Valdez of sippy cup spills. But inside I was like that oil tanker plowing onto the reef. A stressed out me about to collide with a happy and relaxing play date.
Luckily, my new friend was understanding of my situation and obliged to push my son on the nearby swing for the 25 minutes it took to make my stroller and bag look somewhat normal again. As for me, there was no hiding of my soggy cover.
If we ever get together again after the milk disaster I’m going to come better prepared. I’ll hold off on bringing a drink. Unless it’s one that can make me more relaxed.
Tags: soy milk, martini playdate, cocktail playdate, Bugaboo, new mom friends
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