Kathy said around lunch time on March 27, 2008

I swear I’ve not died.  My days have been filled with work and trying to come up with ways to keep a 2 year old occupied for more than 15 minute stretches without me going insane in the process.  Can someone tell me why 2 year olds say the same thing 10 times in a row?  Or more if you don’t say “YES THE WATER IS COLD”?  I think I smoked crack this morning and decided to take Reilly to the library story time.  Which usually is a semi-hectic outing for us but today, was Petting Zoo Day.  Sounds like a brilliant idea until you get there and realize every mother and nanny on the earth thought the same lunatic thought this morning and now you’re in the middle of a kid infested crying back-bend marathon.

When I go to these type of events, which seem to increase in volume as my kid gets older and older, my Safe Mama brain goes into over drive.  I look around the room and wonder if anyone has read the site.  I look at the bottles people have and when I see one not on the “safe” list my insides melt and my head gets all throbby and I have to bite my lip.  Today I saw almost every sippy cup in the room was a BPA Free one and my mind curiously envisioned all the mommies reading my site.  Which is probably not the case but I do wonder.  I was at an Easter Egg hunt last weekend and saw a mom using a Nuby Nibbler which is a little teething net thing you can fill with fruit, that happens to be on the safe list and my husband chimed in about SafeMama.com.  She exclaimed ”I subscribe to that site!  I just sent the link to some of my friends...” ,and my head just felt hot and I got all self conscious.  But it was the first time a real face, a real mother, knew about it right in front of me and I was totally floored that somehow we ended up at the same party.  And then I drank 2 mimosas and forgot all about it.

Also, as a side note, can we not talk about the fact that somehow, cosmically, my PMS seems to coincide perfectly with the one day a year there is a basket of chocolate and jellybeans in my house?  Yes, let’s not go there.