Friday, November 8, 2013
The tables have turned. In mass, we are the ones shunning and excluding the stray stay at home mom who dares tread in close proximity. We are the ones riding the carousel horsies next to our offspring while onlookers try and figure out the story. We are the ones who make others wait for turns. We are the ones who knock knock joke.
Fabled tales of dads on a rampage follow in our wake, legendary stories of plundered toy stores and a trail of poopy diapers. Some wonder if it is true. Some think it is all a lie propagated to keep traditions in place and prevent the boat from rocking. Believe what you will, now we are the pit of vipers. We are the ones who judge and shun and you will know us by the screaming of our young.
Truthfully, most of that it made up. There are three of us. We do meet on Tuesday, we do push each others kids and share snacks at the same table. Sometimes we lament house work and other drudgery..that and the fact that you can't have beer on a playground at 10am on a Tuesday without the cops being called.
And that picture at the top, it is a posse but isn't mine. We're to busy being awesome to pose for photos.