Well looky here...

I was just avoiding laundry tooling around on here and found this post that had never been published. Obviously I was losing my mind, to write something and not even publish it. Obviously I was in a state of despair since I looked at the date and it was a mere two weeks after the girls had started school. Obviously, I was not coping well with being alone.

I will tell you that right now...that is so not obviously happening. They've only been back 3 days since winter break and as of right now, I am totally enjoying the silence.

But give me a week...


Dear Traffic Cop,

Thank you for not noticing that I was the only person in the car in the HOV lane. You see I'm not used to driving into town during peak times without a child. In fact I think it's one reason I kept having kids, so that I would always have an HOV buddy. But I went into autopilot and will try not to do it again.



Dear Grocery Store Patrons,

Please excuse me for parking in the "parent with child" spot. You see I do have a child, several in fact, I'm just not used to going to the store without them. And so as a creature of habit, I pulled right on into that front row spot. And I'd also like to apologize for spending too much time in front of the fruit snacks. It's a lot of pressure to make sure I pick the right box. Usually I have a little one deciding between princesses and dinosaurs.



Dear Old Navy Cashier,

I don't really appreciate the face you gave me when I returned the pants I bought for Alli. It was rather rude when you looked at me, crinkled your nose and said "size 0?". I mean really, I'm not that big. And you don't do that when I return something that is a 5T.



Dear Moms at Mall,

I promise you that I am not a pedophile or a kidnapper. It is perfectly okay for a stranger to coo at your baby or compliment your toddler. Maybe you think it's a little weird since my outfit matches, my hair is done and I am wearing makeup, all classic signs of someone who is not a mother. But I have a little more free time on my hands now. Plus I would think the muffin top would be a dead giveaway that I have indeed borne children.



Dear Girls,

I miss you.