another day, another diaper

Each time I would try to write in this blog I would become inhibited because I thought that what I wrote should be witty. And by God it should be. But my husband Josh reminded me that all I really need to do is be real. As if it were that easy. It is ironic that wearing the mask is easier than the real mccoy.
What a day. So busy and yet nothing really happened. Most days are like that since motherhood came to visit. (Do you think she will staying long?) I spent the morning trying to pretend to be a normal human being. Paying bills, sending e-mails, etc. Becasue after all, I am paying my babysitter a small fortune to watch Ben so that I can "work". But I like my babysitter so much that I inevitably end up chit-chatting with her. So, basically, I am paying her to be my friend. Hey, I've done worse.
I met with my mother's group this afternoon. We discussed many hot topics such as breasts, baby gas, yoga. And then we attempted to actually go to a public establishment, which is always a problem with all those damn strollers. I used to hate people like us. Those goddamned, self-centered people with their bratty kids. Taking up all sorts of space as if they matter more than us singletons. And now, I am one of them. No matter how vehemently I SWORE that I would not do it, that I would not be ONE OF THEM. I am. It is a sad, sad day.