I ran into one of those moms the other day. The kind that thinks they’re all that and a bag of chips as Teacher Girl says. She always was a sun worshiper, but holy Moses, it’s caught up with her, if you know what I mean.
We each have a daughter the same age. Twelve years of school they were together. Twelve years of PTA meetings, ice cream socials, fun night, back-to-school night, orchestra concerts, open house, wrapping paper fundraisers, track meets and college night. So when I saw her I said, “Hey, how ya doing?” She looked right at me and there was absolutely no reaction or acknowledgment, no oh geez, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Nothing, like I wasn’t even there standing two feet in front of her talking.
That’s life in the Mom Kingdom when you’re a lowly serf, and if I thought faster on my feet I would have said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I seem to have mistaken you for a pair of loafers I used to wear.”
Oh, Brown Betty, bam-a-lam.