If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you THANK YOU. Thank you for calling me and giving me an hour where I laughed as we compared how our girls drive us crazy. I would tell you that somehow, someway, we would meet in person someday. Even if it means I drive across the country.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that the whole balance my life thing isn’t quite working out.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would thank you for coming to a PTA event with me, even though we both know the only reason you went is because I asked you. While it’s not physics you cannot deny there was still an egg involved.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you it was a mistake to teach the children to talk. We have officially entered the eye-roll, sigh and debate portion of tweendom. I know I was a tween. I know I did this to my parents. I know I survived the experience. I know it was much easier being the tween than the rational parent in the situation.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that Bridget touched dirt. Willingly touched dirt and helped me plant our seedlings. I have no idea if we will be successful in our gardening attempt. But it doesn’t matter to me if we grow weeds or corn. Bridget touched dirt.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that I’m glad I won the school committee election. I would agree that yes it is a difficult position, that it is a lot of work and so much time out of the house. It’s worth it though, because I know I am having an impact on our town. I hope it’s a positive impact.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would ask you how your week was going?
If we were having a glass of wine I’d tell you to try to enjoy your vacation even though you still have to do all the work. I’d tell you that your posts lately have been heart wrenching and I don’t know what to say. Except I’m here and I admire you and your strength. I’d also say I don’t think work life balance exists in nature. Even ants have to be constantly working. And I bet they never get to have an ant meal together. And I’ll keep coming to PTA events. But not if you keep calling me the T word.