May 19, 2006
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sitting at burdick's right now, loitering by myself with a spot of english breakfast tea and a warmed raspberry leaf pastry...
sitting to my left is a couple duking it out about the kid strapped
unceremoniously to the front of the woman, who seriously looks like
death. (the kid, on the other hand, is so cute and small btw...i love
it!) she's dressed in a dark gray ruffly shirt that accentuates her
haggard features and facial skin sagging to her lactating breast,
replete with a skirt the worst shade of black (not-quite black so it
just looks, well, dirty and depressing.) her hair has been hap-hazardly
pulled away from her face but still falls in limp straggly wisps across
her oily eyebrows.it's not like the man looks like brad pitt, alright, but the contrast
is quite striking nonetheless. him: bright-eyed, bushy-tailed,
never-given-birth-and-never-will fresh-faced. clean, pressed maroon
cashmere sweater sans burp stains. pleated pants. smiley blue eyes rimmed with professorial glasses.man: i'd like to take you out to dinner tonight honey
woman: are you serious?
man: what?
woman: i'm getting a little tired that's all.
man: we'll go somewhere simple, close to the square.
woman: i cannot get him from the carseat to the high chair. i do not
want to carry him anymore. I CANNOT EAT with him STRAPPED here in FRONT
of me-
man: please don't raise your voice honey, it's a coffeeshop
me: (thinking) wow...f'awkward...i wish i was farther away, dammit. *sinking into chair*
woman: we need to get a stroller, jim.
man: okay, we will get a stroller-
woman: you don't understand, we need a stroller because i cannot move him without it, my back hurts, you don't understand, it-
man: OK, we will get a stroller.
woman: (whine whine)
man: mrrrrr?
woman: (whine whine)
man: mrrrr.
woman: (WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE)the husband came in when i came in, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,
excited to "refresh" his haggard wife with a demitasse from the coffee
shop, and now it's really exploded into a fight. his crime? not
realizing that giving birth is to a woman's hormones as earthquake is
to 1923 kanto. it's sad, but just now, a very cute burdick's girl with short cropped hair waltzes by and...his eye wanders.damn it all, i've decided in recent days that i do want some form of posterity. GAH! but such pain! according to our psych professor, the leading strain on all marriage is children. not only are you stressed, you (THE WOMAN), get whiney, moody, flustered, and undeniably busted.
well, in the footsteps of angelina i go...
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This is why I don't want children.
lol angelina's pregnant too, ain't she? but i'm assuming you meant adoption...
my parents recently (well... not so recent, but felt like recent) adopted a baby girl... seems like it was yesterday when we flew to China to pick her up (that was back in '03). Now she's 6, and totally adorable.
being from a chinese family, i for one, believe in pushing my kids. giving them freedom to explore is necessary, but most kids need to be led in the right direction 'til at least teenage years. I can tell you right now that my parents aren't doing as good of a job with my sister as they did with me, but what can I do? :-/
forget the stroller, she needs to strap that kid to her husband. let him see how that feels.
wow... that must have been awkward. but the woman did sound a little cranky.
I'm sure everyone have their moody days. Perhaps that day was hers. I would feel sorry for her husband if the PMSing occurs hourly, daily, monthly and yearly :p
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