This afternoon, I took Fiona to the library to change out her books. We do this at least once a week to prevent me from losing my, admittedly weak, grasp on my sanity and piling all 15 of the books that I’ve read (at least 20 times each) this week in the middle of my living room, lighting them ablaze and dancing around the pyre, while chanting, “Never again! Ha! I’ll never read it again! Ha! Ha Ha! Ha!”
Yes, well, right, where were we. Yes. Exchanging books. Right.
Anyhow. We were exchanging books, and a woman walked up to me and asked if I wanted to attend a parenting seminar, right that second, with childcare provided. Now, on one hand I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not.
Do I look like the kind of woman who direly needs parenting intervention? Maybe I did today. I had been out of the house since 9 a.m., had taken Fiona swimming, had spent an hour on the elliptical, had gone to the garden to water – where we had been given the chance to pick and eat strawberries. Fiona was suntanned and berry stained and I (might) have been looking a little frazzled. Maybe.
On the other hand, I’m a friendly, optimistic person, so I said that I didn’t have time today, but asked what kind of a parenting seminar it was. As it turns out there is a positive parenting group that meets in the library, every Friday afternoon, with free childcare provided.
Okay, so, I’m not sure if I’m amused or insulted, but next week I’m there. That sounds like a pretty good idea to me. I’m always looking for new ways of handling things and am definitely looking for new Mommy friends. This could be a good opportunity for both.
I guess, I’m not amused or insulted. I’m interested.