I'll say it up front: I don't get out much. (And, I mean that in about as many ways as it can be taken.) It's not that I don't do stuff- I do alot of stuff, like dishes and diapers and grocery shopping- it's just that when I get out of the house, it is with two babies in tow, and there is generally somewhere in the vicinity ZERO adult interaction.
So imagine my giddy-ness [see also: shreeky, jumping up-and-down-ness] at the events in my life that have occurred over the last week.
Enter Wayne and Garth with the flashback: "doo-dul-lee-doo"*
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Scene: Last Thursday/Farmer's Market Park/Playground- As I approach the playground (eagerly scanning for potential victims, kindred spirits.... ummm... someone to talk to) I noticed a very nice looking young mother of two, with a blanket spread out for her baby, engaging with her older son as he maneuvered the play structure.
Me: (moving more quickly, now eager to gain further intel on the subject. Should I duck behind a tree to don the camo gear, the black ninja suit, begin immediate wire tapping? No, play this one cool- be normal. JUST.ACT.NORMAL...) (nonchalantly, with a smile) Hi, there." (quick! look away! Don't seem too interested!)
Her: "Hi."
Me: (minutes are passing- oh gawd, now what!?!... um... think, think.... oh yeah, she's got kids- me too!... that's something in common!...) "How old's this little cutie?"
Her: "He's 6 months old today."
Me: (Squeeeeeeeee!!! JUST LIKE CARTER!! OMFG!...) Cooly: "Oh, my son is seven months old today. How fun!"
Her: "..." (I don't actually remember what she said here because I was too busy making us BFF's, and marrying off my daughter to her oldest son, and wondering if she'd be the type to get all up in the planning of a wedding, coz "Bee-atch, that's the M.O.B.'s job!".... wait, what?!)
Conversation continued: It was awesome, She was awesome, I was, fully and dramatically, NOT awesome. But, conversation continued to continue, despite my social ineptitude. Names were exchanged... Cute quips about failed mommy groups were exchanged... life stories were exchanged.... And then-We.Exchanged.Phone.Numbers!**
Me: (clutching my phone to my chest as if it all of a sudden contained a treasure map to the land of 'Nap.time.coffee.dates.filled.with.chocolate.' ) "It was really great to meet you, Awesome New BFF!"*** (oh my gawd, now what? When do I call? Wait a week? Two days? Now? No.. I should probably not call her until I'm at least out of sight.... akkkk, the stress....) "See you later."
Her: "Bye, Courtney!" (she used my name, *sniff*)
This week I called her- we're going to have a play-date! EEEeeeeekkkkk.... ****
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*Extra points for having any idea to what I am referring... Double extra points if you can find a video clip - I could not.
** This is a seriously big deal- I mean, this is big-time mommy-friending action! We're talking third base, people. I was getting a little clammy... *blush*
***Names have been changed to protect the innocent
**** Dear Awesome New BFF***, If you are reading this- I am TOTALLY not one of those weird, mommy-stalking lame-o's that writes blog posts about virtual strangers. nope. definitely not.
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BUT WAIT- THERE'S MORE:
As if all that wasn't enough awesome to fill up the whole summer (and it absolutely IS!), I was (in a totally unrelated twist of events) invited to a "Girl's Night!"
And I went!
And drank wine.
And talked about children, instead of to children. And there were women there. Smart, cool, 'popular-crowd'-type women who have jobs and kids and brains. And we had conversations (containing many, many, FULL-sentences - none of which were interrupted by screaming babies with the sole mission of causing mommy-brain-melt!)
It was blissful. I stayed out past my bedtime. And then drove myself home- IN THE DARK. (Shut-up. It's all, you know, babies and daylight savings time, etc. ). I'm pretty sure the invitation was a fluke- but I don't care. It was wonderful- And now I bet they'll feel bad if they don't invite me again, so .... SCORE!!
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