I finally experienced a bit of the Mommy Wars. This Saturday, I attended a pastry class at a local cooking school. The chef mentioned that I was looking really tired, and I said that I had a new baby at home, and I was exhausted, but happy to be out of the house.
One of the students, a woman in her fifties, came up to me later and asked how old my baby was. I told her that Bean was three months and change, and she screwed up her face and said “That old? I thought that you said you weren’t getting any sleep” And walked off.
Whatever, lady. Sleepwalk a mile in my shoes. But it didn’t end there.
Later on, she slithered back up to me and said “You know, I couldn’t be like you stay-at-home moms. I mean, I really need to feel like I’m accomplishing things, you know, actually doing something with my time.”
Too bad it was a pastry class. I could have really accomplished something with a cast iron skillet right about then.
Posted by Jen at August 21, 2006 4:27 PM