There are times when it just feels like I’m playing house, feels like my “mommy” friends come over with their “dollies,” and we sit around pretending popcorn is bonbons, pretending we’re sipping on martinis, and and oh, we say, maybe baby needs a diaper change or uh-oh, looks like baby is hungry!!!
There’s working mom (click click clicking on her blackberry) and Pilates mom and single mom and Weight Watchers mom and crazy, lazy mom and oh-too-hungry mom and hippy-dippy-where’s-the-sippy mom! (And most of them are me.)
Makes me wonder if playing house is not so different from house itself.