My Mommy Doesn't Drive Like That
Published 10.4.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post
Yes. Your Mommy drives under the speed limit, with both hands and her eyes on the road at all times.
I am not your Mommy.
A friend from work had asked me to babysit her children last night. It was her anniversary, and since I am the ONLY SINGLE PERSON AT MY WORKPLACE, that means I have nothing to do on a Saturday night better than watching a five and six year old. Right? And I can truthfully (and sadly) say, Right!
It really wasn't bad. Really. But, as I spent the evening in suburbia, complete with driving them around in the minivan, listening to Hillary Duff, eating fast food, watching That's So Raven, driving slowly with (both!) hands on the wheel, I decided I am so not cut out for this whole motherhood thing yet.
Is anyone actually cut out for motherhood, or is it a process of surrender?
The fact that you were able to drive with both hands on the wheel without having to toss snacks, juice containers, or fish toys from under the seat while keeping your eyes on the road in an effort to placate crying, screaming, or fighting children is either a strong indication that you are, in fact, cut out for motherhood, or that those kids were on some really good Ritalin.
I have never seen Desperate Housewives... namely because Terry Hatcher does a fabulous job of being sufficiently annoying in print.
As for the occasional baby-sitting, I just enjoy reminding myself why nieces and nephews are far better than the real McCoy.
It means you have the incredible priviledge of the possibility of being stalked by Jon37.
And, if I ever come out with a book/t-shirt/memorabilia, you will be one of the special few who get it.
*snort*