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My Daughter Has A Better Social life Than I Do

With school, ballet class, a weekly playgroup and to playdates, The Rabbit has a richer social calendar than mine: which consists of waving to some moms at pick-up in the afternoon and The Prince.

Today I am sitting thinking, Gee, a beautiful day, I should play some hooky and call a friend. Screetch of brakes: My best friend lives in Washington, DC. A good friend in NY is at some Ashram in India for the month (Yes, she's childless...). YLM is in LONDON!!?!! The rest are not (sigh) around.

I have never been a social butterfly. I actually think that sitting alone with a great book and a cup of coffee is a GLORIOUS way to spend my time. Throw in a garden and that's what I hope heaven looks like...well as long as I get to see The Rabbit and The Prince some times. But now I suspect that all this energy into The Rabbit's social calendar may have been a little misfed. Or maybe it's just that spring is here and I've come out of my winter hibernation.

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Manhattan Mama said…
Yeah! :)!
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