It’s been one of those days
posted in Mom Rants |First, I hear that a 150 lb. cougar was shot dead no more than 3 blocks from my house.
Then, I decided to go to the post office. On tax day. With 4 large boxes, 20 thank you notes and a screaming toddler in a stroller. And you ask, did anyone offer to hold open the door? Nope. Chivalry is apparently dead at the post office AND the subway. However, a kind elderly lady behind me did oblige and help me kick my heavy load through 30 minutes of waiting in line. Thanks lady, I owe you a stamp or something. Worse, though, was the realization after the fact that standing in front of me in line at the post office was one of my favorite authors. I knew it was her by her fabulous pearl necklace and Coach bag. I almost said hello, but was stopped short by embarassment that my son had spent the last 10 minutes kicking her leg from his stroller. Hi, Jen.
To top it off, in 10 minutes I have to wake my son up from his nap so we can go to the doctor for his two-year-old check up, a.k.a. prick-your-finger-for-iron-test appointment from hell.
Hey, at least it’s sunny and 60 out.



















