Susiej

I had a chance to wear my dress again Friday night for a fancy dinner. (Now, I realize that cocktail-length was a good choice, and with this one great little black dress in my closet, there’s no fussing about what to wear.) But before that, there was the picnic for my little boy’s preschool . So I hung my dress on the back of the door in the park restroom, with my curling iron getting hot on the sink. JUST kidding.

There were marshmallows, roasted peeps, carrot sticks and string cheese that didn’t get eaten. Watching my 5-year-old roll down the hill, laughing so hard that he couldn’t stand up was the highlight, for me. How can I send him off to hit the books in kindergarten? He’s having too much fun.

Then, my 3-year-old, inspired by the Pooh books we’ve been reading, found a hollow log, crawled inside and couldn’t get out. We didn’t know this. We couldn’t find him anywhere — and there was all kinds of noise from kids buzzing around everywhere, that was drowning out her — (I really wrote her — I meant his — I think this is a flashback from my own previous trauma, read on, and you’ll see what I mean.) cries for help. Finally, two friends found him, crying, stuck inside that log. I then had my own flashbacks to the time when I was 5, and I got stuck in an outhouse. I was traumatized for months — no one could shut the door in any room I was in. So, we gave his tear-stained face lots of kisses and love. Later, I took him up to a tree, and he didn’t scream. So, I think he’ll be OK.

And the party was a good one. It was a wine tasting, with lots of good cheese, and anti-pasta platters. We met some young couples that we really liked. Except, they couldn’t get past the age thing. They didn’t believe I was in my 40s, what’s my secret, etc. etc. But, the husband was an opthamologist, and explained that I can’t read anything up close — and so they finally believed me and dropped it. “Looks can lie, but not the eyes,” he said.We did get our picture taken by a Lambrogini, which, I will post when it is e-mailed to me.

And then, there was this guy. . . I noticed him staring at me when I chugged two glasses of ice water at the bar. (I was thirsty! I was hot from the playground, lack of food, and getting my dress on.) He openly stared at me — he didn’t even try to be discrete about it. So, I figured he had to be from the Secret Service, the IRS, or something like that. So, I start to tick these off in my mind –

• we paid our taxes
• I didn’t drive too fast in my car today.
• I haven’t stolen anything
• Nothing’s falling out of my dress — I checked.

I caught up with my husband, and we were ravenous for conversation. If you can imagine how little we get to say to each other in this house of 4 boys — we grabbed a table and sat outside by ourselves to talk — barely coming up for air. And the stalker showed up there too!! He sat behind my husband, so that he could stare at me. And by the time we did hit a break in our conversation so that I could point out the stalker guy — the guy disappeared. I was happy to get out of there in one piece. I still, have no idea what that was about.

And finally, go here, and read the Wink’s entry for Real Moms are Everywhere. Sweet picture, sweet post. I just love it.

And did you hear? Shelly, at This Eclectic Life, won Post of the Day — on Mother’s Day. Doesn’t get much better than that. You can read her entry, here.

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