She doesn't know the half of it
Her, spying my flabby, pock-and-stretch marked belly as I lift a shirt over my head: Mommy! What happened to your tummy?
Me: Umm, I had a baby. You.
Her, with genuine sadness: I'm sorry.
Me: Well, its a little too late for sorry.
So how many dollars worth of therapy do you think that whole exchange (plus having the image of my stomach permanently burned into her mind's eye) is gonna cost me in the not-too-distant future, huh?
My new parenting technique is unstoppable!
PS: She woke up this morning and promptly threw up. TWICE. Think my little, err, indiscretion might have something to do with that?
PPS: HALP! MAY DAY! HALP!
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Oh, hell. Puke? The morning after your marathon live blog/open thread? NOT COOL, UNIVERSE. NOT. COOL.
Posted by: Amanda | February 26, 2007 at 11:50 AM
umm, yeah. and i didn't mention that OUR DIRECTV IS OUT. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.
its barely 9am, and i already hate today. [shakes fist at today]
Posted by: sweetney | February 26, 2007 at 12:09 PM
Oh, I've got that belly, and my boys have given it looks of fear and loathing. But thankfully they have kept their mouths shut.
What is it with the germs this season? We all did the puke thing (that's SO yesterday, Tracey), and now we're onto strep, not just once, but Jack (3), Ben (2), and SM (1). The germs are winning.
Plus, it's a two-hour delay. If the schools want to close, OK, I give them that. But none of this in-between wishy-washiness. Sigh. Take a stand, school districts!
Hope she feels better soon.
Posted by: slouching mom | February 26, 2007 at 12:59 PM
You're just keeping it real ;-)
The sickness sucks. I hope the stomach virus is banished from your house quickly.
Posted by: Maria | February 26, 2007 at 02:22 PM
I remember being fascinated with my mom's stomach when I was a kid--with all her scars and marks of adulthood. I remember thinking they were sort of cool. I doubt therapy will be necessary.
Posted by: ozma | February 26, 2007 at 04:09 PM
My kids press their hands into my tummy and love how it's so "squishy and floppy." The other day, my son asked me to "please not exercise...I never want your tummy to change!" Well, at least someone appreciates it, right?
Posted by: Asha | February 26, 2007 at 05:09 PM
Awwww, that's too cute. The innocence of children is amazing :)
Posted by: Ashley | February 26, 2007 at 05:16 PM
My son thinks referred to my 4.5 year post-baby flab over Christmas as the same thing Santa has - when he laughs like a bowl full of jelly!!!
Posted by: FENICLE | February 26, 2007 at 07:53 PM
re: stomache. you and me both, sweetney. you and me both.
Posted by: joy | February 26, 2007 at 10:32 PM