There are countless women that have occasionally caused me to utter this unfriendly comment under my breath so this is about no one in particular but many all at once . . .
1) Those who no longer let their children play with mine after my ex and I divorced so as to avoid explaining that life change to their children . . . a true shame since we get along better than any divorced sitcom couple (and many real, married couples) and would actually be a lovely example of divorced parents who like each other and really take care of their kids.
2) Those who see me in Super Target and do the quick look away then retreat as if they didn't see me. Now on some level I can appreciate this maneuver because I hate to fake some lameass conversation when I can't make an unseen escape of my own but if you see me, be a big girl and say hi.
3) Those living through their children and thinking somehow that's makes them more (pick any and all that apply): interesting, talented, athletic, good-looking, young, thin (quit dressing like a 15 year old), intellectually gifted, etc. Your kids might be all that, but you're still their mom and their greatness doesn't magically transfer back a generation. It's great to be proud of our kids but deal with a little reality check: not every child is as special as his/her mama thinks.
So, the next time you saunter over in your sad mom jeans and tell the gathered throng about your awesome offspring, know that when you walk away I will turn to the trusted lady on my right, "I'd like to stab her in the eyeball with my pen."
