I didn’t want to do it at first;  joining a club of any kind is just something I don’t do.  To put it bluntly:  I’m not a group kind of girl.  Nothing and I mean nothing makes my ears bleed more than people sitting around, staring at each other while wondering out loud what to do with themselves. 

Buffy:  “What do you want to do?”

Mitzi:  “I don’t know.  What do you want to do?”

Bambi:  “Let’s go to a movie.”

Mitzi:  “No.  I don’t want to go to a movie.”

Bambi:  “Oh.  Well, what do you want to do?”

Mitzi:  “I don’t know.  What do you want to do?”

It drives my crazy:  that conversation.  And the idea of paying an organization to hear members drivel it day in and a day out seemed preposterous.  So when my husband suggested I join a club for moms,  diet pepsi almost shot out my nose. 

Me:  “Don’t you know me any better than that by now?”

Him:  “I think it would be good for the boys to play with other kids their age and it would be good for you to meet other moms.”

I hate to admit it, but he’s right.  (Typing those two words just now actually made my fingers cramp a little.  I don’t think my husband has ever heard me utter that phrase and if I have anything to do with it, he never will.  Lucky for me, he’s too busy to read my little blog thingy I have going on here, so it’s our little secret.)  I mean, I guess hanging with my nieces and nephews once a year at Christmas isn’t quite enough toddler time for Reichen and Latham. 

So, I joined and so, I love it.  It has been good for both me and the boys.  The group is so well organized with a calendar and everything.  I actually like the ladies and their children.  I’ve been to great parks I didn’t know existed, been invited to in home play dates, and took the boys on a teddy bear picnic.  I even hosted my own play date in my own home and guess what?  I loved that too.  It went really well.  Reichen even shared his toys with the other kids, which I was for sure he wouldn’t.  He’s going through the ‘MINE!’ phase something fierce right now.

I think I may have been going through a phase too and I didn’t even know it; my I’M NOT JOINING ANY CLUBS EVER phase.  It lasted 34 years which I admit is a really long time.  I hope Reichen’s ‘MINE!’ phase doesn’t last quite a long, but it could.  After all, he is his mother’s son.

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Tags: husband, Latham, Reichen, Stay At Home Mom

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