Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a city far, far away (well a 45 minute commute anyway) I had a life. It was civilized, and people spoke politely to each other (with the exception of road rage) and we never spoke of body parts unless we were drunk or laughing at some celebrity who forgot she wasn’t wearing underpants. It was peaceful there. And drinks at noon were cool.
Then I became a parent.
And I found myself saying all manner of strange things. Things that once repulsed me were now topics of everyday conversation. In fact, I often find myself desperately seeking some adult conversation. A mere sentence or two that has nothing to do with the contents of one’s diaper or where the damn permission form has gotten to now.
When I stop to think about it, some of the things I’ve said are pretty horrifying. So, just to brighten your day a bit (as you revel in not having to say those things, or that you managed to escape them), I thought I’d share with you some of the most awful things I’ve found myself saying:
7. A mini-van? Really?
6. Yes, someone needs to be sober in the house at all times.
5. No the baby doesn’t count.
4. Oh, that diaper smells delightful! Think we can make it home without causing another rash? That mom over there is about to ram us for our spot.
3. Seriously? You’re picking your nose and eating it? At the table? Instead of this dinner I slaved over?
2. I know it’s fashionable to wear tight shorts, but honey, do you know what camel toe is?
1. Sure I can take three more kids in the van. Pile them in!