Confessions of a Mom
I have a confession. I am an addict. I am an addict of a TV show now made into a movie.
I just found out yesterday that Sex in the City is going to be in theaters on May 30th! Sex in the City is not something that I talk about often...when conservative people come over, I tend to hide my DVDs of this show. I still recall the day that we downgraded our cable from having HBO to not having it and when the customer service person at Comcast asked why, my husband replied that Sex in the City was going off air. The person was in disbelief. This is how much I liked that show. I haven't told my husband yet, but May 30th is going to be a day out for me! Even if I have to go alone, I am going to go see my much anticipated movie.
It's not about the sex. It's about the friendships. The characters. You just love them all for their different qualities. It's the storylines. Everyone can relate to something, whether it's a relationship gone bad, a fight with a girlfriend, and while pregnant I watched with interest as Miranda went through her pregnancy, the labor, breastfeeding, how her friendships changed with her single friends who did not have children, etc. I had seen the episode where Miranda gave birth and the one after when her conversations with her friends all turned to the baby and breastfeeding, but watching the episode as a mom-to-be was different as a single woman.
I remember when we first moved here how I longed for girlfriends that I could just sit and chat with and be myself with. There are still days where I feel that emptiness and the desire to be able to go out to lunch without the baby and just have a great chat with female gal pals like the good 'ol days. There's something about a face-to-face visit that an email just can't even come a close second to.
And recently, I treated myself when family came to visit. I had a pedicure done at a local beauty school. I asked the woman who was so nicely manicuring my toes if she had children and she looked at me and said, "No way! I'm only 21!" I had to smile because I often read a web site where moms are quite young and I feel like an old mom when I compare myself to these younger women on this particular mom site. The conversation later turned into gossip about the instructor, boyfriends, and jobs. I forget this young woman's name but she said that she thinks that she may go back to school after finishing beauty school for something else to fall back on. I was impressed by her level-headedness at a young age and when I broached the subject of a boyfriend she said that she just broke up a with "a dumb guy" who didn't make time for her when she was in school 40 hours/week and worked two jobs but could make time for him. If he was into her, he would make time for her. Ah-the things I wish I would have known when I was 21. If only that book, "He's just not into you" had been out when I was her age.
As time goes on and I get more used to the role of mother, I realize just how far I am from 21. The conversation later turned to Zak Efron (see previous post from last summer) and I had to smile because I actually knew who he was.
I also got my hair done that day by another young woman who claims she had been in school forever (2 years!). I asked her about the emerging grey hairs upon my head and whether or not I needed to start coloring my hair and she said, "You only have a few. It's whatever you are comfortable with."
I haven't decided what to do with those wirey grey hairs. Should I try to hide them and look younger than my 33 years of life or just own up to it that I'm no longer a 20 something spring chicken whose biggest care in the world is school, my friends, who's dating who, a job, etc.
28 more days-I can't wait to get reunited with my old girlfriends Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda.
I just found out yesterday that Sex in the City is going to be in theaters on May 30th! Sex in the City is not something that I talk about often...when conservative people come over, I tend to hide my DVDs of this show. I still recall the day that we downgraded our cable from having HBO to not having it and when the customer service person at Comcast asked why, my husband replied that Sex in the City was going off air. The person was in disbelief. This is how much I liked that show. I haven't told my husband yet, but May 30th is going to be a day out for me! Even if I have to go alone, I am going to go see my much anticipated movie.
It's not about the sex. It's about the friendships. The characters. You just love them all for their different qualities. It's the storylines. Everyone can relate to something, whether it's a relationship gone bad, a fight with a girlfriend, and while pregnant I watched with interest as Miranda went through her pregnancy, the labor, breastfeeding, how her friendships changed with her single friends who did not have children, etc. I had seen the episode where Miranda gave birth and the one after when her conversations with her friends all turned to the baby and breastfeeding, but watching the episode as a mom-to-be was different as a single woman.
I remember when we first moved here how I longed for girlfriends that I could just sit and chat with and be myself with. There are still days where I feel that emptiness and the desire to be able to go out to lunch without the baby and just have a great chat with female gal pals like the good 'ol days. There's something about a face-to-face visit that an email just can't even come a close second to.
And recently, I treated myself when family came to visit. I had a pedicure done at a local beauty school. I asked the woman who was so nicely manicuring my toes if she had children and she looked at me and said, "No way! I'm only 21!" I had to smile because I often read a web site where moms are quite young and I feel like an old mom when I compare myself to these younger women on this particular mom site. The conversation later turned into gossip about the instructor, boyfriends, and jobs. I forget this young woman's name but she said that she thinks that she may go back to school after finishing beauty school for something else to fall back on. I was impressed by her level-headedness at a young age and when I broached the subject of a boyfriend she said that she just broke up a with "a dumb guy" who didn't make time for her when she was in school 40 hours/week and worked two jobs but could make time for him. If he was into her, he would make time for her. Ah-the things I wish I would have known when I was 21. If only that book, "He's just not into you" had been out when I was her age.
As time goes on and I get more used to the role of mother, I realize just how far I am from 21. The conversation later turned to Zak Efron (see previous post from last summer) and I had to smile because I actually knew who he was.
I also got my hair done that day by another young woman who claims she had been in school forever (2 years!). I asked her about the emerging grey hairs upon my head and whether or not I needed to start coloring my hair and she said, "You only have a few. It's whatever you are comfortable with."
I haven't decided what to do with those wirey grey hairs. Should I try to hide them and look younger than my 33 years of life or just own up to it that I'm no longer a 20 something spring chicken whose biggest care in the world is school, my friends, who's dating who, a job, etc.
28 more days-I can't wait to get reunited with my old girlfriends Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda.
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