I’m doing my best to ignore the shrieks coming from upstairs. The boy has his first sleepover tonight. Tab is here, not sleeping on the Aerobed in Doodles’s room. I’ve gone up six times already and those kids, much as I love them, just aren’t the sharpest crayons in the box. I’ve told them they don’t have to go to sleep. They don’t even have to try to go to sleep. They just have to whisper. That’s it. But I keep hearing thumps and shrieks and squeals and gales of laughter. It’s going to be a very long night.<\/p>\n
So this blog has become somewhat of an issue. Throughout the week things happen and I’ll think, “Oh, I’ve go to blog that!” But most of what I want to blog is about the stupidity of others. Really. I have such a low tolerance for stupidity. There was a time when I would have written with glee. When we first moved here and Adam entered business school, oh what fun I made and had with this blog! And make fun I did<\/a>. Often<\/a>. And it was fun<\/a>. And I would often get called on it. I made a few enemies<\/a> with this blog. And I reveled in that. Because what’s the worst that could happen? I could cripple Adam’s HBS-standing, thereby placing in jeopardy his career possibilities and making him a leper in his colony. No biggie.<\/p>\n But now, now it’s different. I can’t trash the PTO (which in my day was the PTA), mock moms, or make general scathing comments about my local community. Because I have children. I always knew that children would interfere with my drinking life, my writing life, even my sex life. But who knew they’d interfere with my blog life? Because it’s one thing to alienate my husband’s community and make a pariah of him, but it’s another thing with the children. I don’t want them to suffer for my sins. “Oh, you want to have a playdate with Doodles? The one whose mom drinks too many martinis and who called me an anal-retentive Attila the Mom? Sweetie, I have a better idea. Why don’t we have Christopher over instead?”<\/p>\n So I swallow so much. I think that’s what’s making me gain weight. The snarky, biting comments are just festering in the bile of my stomach. But I still think the thoughts. I still daydream of an anonymous blog where I could talk about the cliques and mommy mafias around me. But I refrain.<\/p>\n However, next week, I’ll have another outlet. It’s Adam’s five year HBS reunion. I’ll see if the Corporate Wife training turned out any successful Corporate Wives. I’m sharpening my nails as I type….<\/p>\n Dumb question of the night: Adam just came in and asked, “Are they asleep?” <\/p>\n Um, duh. No. And they probably won’t be for a few hours. Might be time to go up and flex those claws. Get them ready for next week. Grrrrr!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m doing my best to ignore the shrieks coming from upstairs. The boy has his first sleepover tonight. Tab is here, not sleeping on the Aerobed in Doodles’s room. I’ve gone up six times already and those kids, much as I love them, just aren’t the sharpest crayons in the box. I’ve told them they […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[3,17],"class_list":["post-139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-doodles","tag-me"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=139"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}