Me: Yes, I still breastfeed my baby.
Her: Oh! Um. He’s like, walking.
Me: Yep! Since 13 months. I’m so proud! (Knowing EXACTLY where she’s going).
Her: And how old is he now? (Creepy face emerging)
Me: Almost 16 months. He’s so precious! (Stomping her implications out.)
Her:Â So, when are you going to stop? Don’t those teeth hurt?
Me: Hmmm? (Pause.) Can I ask if you breastfed your baby?
Her: I didn’t even try. It was too much… Plus, I have a job. You stay at home with your kids, right?
Me: Right. (Here it comes…)
Her: Don’t you get bored?
Me: (Raised eyebrow. Getting annoyed.) Not at all. (Ew.)
Her: I couldn’t stand being at home all day changing diapers. I need adult interaction. How do you sing the ABC’s all day? Please. I need more stimulation.
Me: Right. (Is it me or is this Mama spitting like a venomous snake???)
Her: Anyway. Want to do a playdate this weekend?
Me: Uh. No.
Her: Yeah. I’m kinda busy, too. I’ll check my calendar. Maybe next weekend? I can get the sitter.
Me: Huh? (Faking distraction. Is she serious?)
Her: Well, maybe another time. We’ve GOT TO get together.
Me: Right. (Like, in another life, sister!!)
Well there you have it. Another weird Mama moment.
You know? It’s annoying. I’m not your mirror, lady. If you feel bad about something you do, or don’t do with your children, take your guilt somewhere else.
We’re all doing what comes naturally. And it’s different for each of us. What up with all the passive aggressive bullshit? I can’t stand it.
Is it only me?
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