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I have been trying to make friends so Soph can pull the hair and steal the toys of other babies. One situation is a little odd. I go from feeling sorry for this woman to wanting to run away very fast. Let's just say damaged people love me because, well, i'm slightly damaged and i seem to not care if people are different. But different like, oh i dance in the coffe shop if the song is good or tell people they smell good in the grocery store if they have a lovely scent. Different like I verbally abuse and harrange the baby sing along teacher... is a little damaged. "Told you I had a problem with authority." Does she really seem like an authortiy figure b/c she told us what song to sing next? DAMAGED. Like a person that says things to get a reaction, but when i don't react seems to think i am approving. I will not react b/c you say totally inappropriate things when we have met like 3 times. I am not explaining this the best, but it is always a little odd when we hang out. Started when we were in the same class and now is always like, we should hang out, we should hang out. I am trying to keep my distance without seeming too authoritarian. REE REE REE REE REE (glinting knife blade) I gave her my phone number before I realized she was super damaged. And that was on the first time we hung out outside of this baby class. Smoking grass as her milk came in, my dad was very abusive, you seem to put yourself down a lot (yeah, it's called nerves b/c I am afraid of you, see I'm weak too, please don't hurt me) This was over coffee and then like 3 calls a day. Yeah. I try to be nice and say, crazy people need friends too and her child is nice. Sophie likes to take her toys away and I can't resist that...but i am trying to put this girl off to like one thing a week and always in a very public place. Anyway...
Looking to get some xmas shopping done before too long and get the pig onto santa's lap. The year has flown by and my next post will be an homage to Gidge and my list of top 10 things I said I'd NEVER do as a mom-like have cheerios everywhere and toys in the bathroom (not bath toys, mind you)
Next post will be my homage to Gidge and the 10 things i said I'd never do as a mom. Like have cheerios everywhere and toys in everyroom. Oh, yeah, and get stabbed by a crazy "let's be friends, I don't think of us as friends b/c we both have babies, I think of us as friends who happend to have our children play together..." THIRD TIME MEETING HER! well, we do hang out because we met in a baby class. anyway. If i get murdered, exhibit A.
