Lorraine Says: M(blogger)ILF

We were sitting in a small Italian restaurant. Behind us was an old couple who were awful kiss-y and across the way was a family. A small, quiet crowd on a Wednesday night.

"I needed this," I said to Penny and then took another bite of a garlic roll.

"Adult time?" Penny smiled.

And that was exactly it. Or maybe more than that, social time. Friend time. Catching up time.

"I never get sick of the girls, but it's hard spending all my time with them. All my stories start with 'and then Gailey-bird said...'"

"I know! Your blog is turning into a mom blog."

WHAT.



GUYS, WHAT?

Penny must've seen my look of horror.

"It's really cute though! Like a... cute mom blog?"

I'M NOT EVEN A MOM.

During my "wallow time" after the lay-offs, running out of blog material was on the list of reasons why I thought no job would be the end of the world for me. (It was a very melodramatic time, okay?) Then when I told Pink I would take care of the girls, I feared exactly this, that all my stories would be baby stories. That I would chase away the three male readers I've managed to gain because three dudes in blog land IS A BIG DEAL. That I would chase away all the 20-somethings who are more concerned with getting jiggy wit it than that one time I saved my niece from a stray dog . (True story.)

Wait, are people still saying "getting jiffy wit it?" I'M SO OUT OF TOUCH.

As a small aside, as I was looking through Will Smith gifs, I found this picture and wanted to make you feel old by looking at Will Smith's gray hair and his son. Chew on this:

Anyhow, I was gonna tell you all my funny baby stories, but now I'm not gonna thanks to Penny. (Love you girl!) I will say that I've been thinking about two major things this week:

1.) No man is an island. Even if you consider yourself an introvert. And even if you feel like you are on an island with only people under 3 years old on there with you, um, you should call your friends. Or something. The point is about social balance. It's been hard to achieve for me, lately, but there was something about just sitting and talking with Penny that helped me relax, you know?

It makes me sad for girls who say they don't have girl friends. Friends, good friends, are hard to find in general, but I don't think making and keeping girl friends is any harder than making and keeping guy friends. Sometimes you just need to sit with someone else who has boobs and she can say "look what I got!" and take out a big-ass chocolate bar from her purse and you can "ooh" and "aaah" together.

And then she can make fun of the guy with frosted tips at her job.

And then you tell her all your baby stories anyways, even though she called your blog a mom blog.

2.) Some days you wake up with less patience. Right? This is a thing. I feel like I should be saying something about how patience is worked on and it's up to you, etc, etc, but the truth is that some days I wake up with less patience. This is not an excuse for bad behavior. I've come to embrace this idea that sometimes, my patience meter is nearing empty and I plan my day accordingly: I avoid lines. I plan some "individual play time" for the girls. I do not repeat the same TV shows for them. I silence my cell phone. I fall asleep and try again tomorrow.

I got an award from Elle and she said a ton of nice things about me that made me all shy and giggly. Check out her blog and I'll properly do the award-sy stuff on Monday.

This weekend is going to be busy for me with Passover (Good Friday/Resurrection Sunday.) I plan on attending all the observances at church. Also, I can't promise that on Monday, I won't tell you all those baby stories.

THEY ARE ALL I GOT, OKAY?

Right before hitting publish I got a call for a second interview for that job I really, really want. Come on Internet! Send me some luck! Also, I had a moment of "aww. If I get this I'll miss the girls."

Obviously, I just don't know the right answer.