One of the architects brought her child with her to work this morning, I’m assuming because they’ll be leaving early to the airport/I-5/405 what-have-you. At first I was like, in my typical No Kids Way, “what the hell? Feeling the need to parade Little Suzy in front of the co-workers for some Aren’t You a Great Mom validation. Along with all the compliments and she’s-so-cutes.”
Then I realized that, once again, I’m being a complete BITCH.
When I was a kid I LOVED going to my step-dad’s office. I remember the cool gray walls, fancy glass tables, and his secretary. I adored that woman. She was beautiful and sophisticated, with red nails and black hair in a short bob, she sat at her desk looking so important and all knowing. (Hm, wonder where I got the idea to be a secretary?) I don’t recall her every fawning over me. If anything, I believe she was a bit indifferent to me. That probably made her all the more cool.
I found The Office somewhat magical. All these grown ups doing important things. And in the bathroom, the soap was little paper-like sheets that came out of dispenser – not a bar like at home.
Funny the things a 7-year old remembers.
So I stopped myself from being Ms. Negative again. I think it’s great this woman brought her kid in for a few hours. The kid will learn and see and have a concept of what mom does for 9 hours a day while the kid is learning multiplication and playing Barbies.
Plus it’s the Friday before a 3-dayer – like anyone actually works today.
And thank god it’s a 3-day weekend! Last weekend, well Thursday and Friday, was our get-a-way to Vegas. It was OK. I wasn’t that into the gambling (probably because I was always loosing) and I had some sort of allergy/cold thing take over my sinuses. I spent Friday night sleeping (who SLEEPS in Vegas?) while the husband played poker for 12-hours. I guess the best way to describe the trip is “stunted.” Plus, I’ve never seen so many people on Fremont. I didn’t like the new vibe it has taken on. And, the Golden Nuggets rooms have so totally gone down hill (though the last time I’d stayed there was ’98.) I didn’t even get drunk either night?!!! That is the TRUE shocker there. Believe me. I shudder to think I’m “over” Vegas but this might be true.
In other news…
On my birthday my mom informed me that my Grandma has pancreatic cancer and it’s quite bad. Aside from how sad and worried I am about her, why is it this stuff ALWAYS happens on my birthday? My beloved Grandpa Tubby died on that day too. I’m simply NOT celebrating them anymore.
Eh. And speaking of. I’m not even going to address the continued passive aggressive shit going on with my mom. I love her, but God, talk about needing to take a look at yourself and make some changes – now I know where I got it from.
Most children realize someplace around their teen years that their parents aren’t perfect and aren’t “right” about everything. And although I did that on a small level, it’s taken until I’m damn near 30 to truly realize that they have a terribly skewed perspective on the world - so arrogantly blind to anything outside of their scope of understanding. And critical? Have lunch with them and they’ll comment on the way people around them are dressed (not to their standard) and the way they’re acting (also, not to their standards) all while they themselves might be wearing nothing more special than jeans and t-shirts while getting fucking looped on vodka sodas. They’re the damn definition of hypocrite and I really HOPE in time I learn to stop acting like them!
Dang this is a long entry. Making up for lost time apparently.
