|You win THIS round, ice cream man!|
I started this blog when my husband and I were expecting our first child to document my pregnancy and warn people of all the things nobody tells you about. Then it followed our family's journey through secondary infertility. It turns out I forgot as much as I learned. One might think that motherhood has softened me... One would be wrong.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Dear ice cream truck driver
I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Remember that time I called you an asshole for parking outside my kid's daycare at pick up time? You're right, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, and you could have done something much, much worse... Like park right in front of my house during dinner. Truce?
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On wednesdays I have a standing date with PIMA. This week I was really not in the mood to do anything at all, so I asked her if she wanted ice cream. I bought half a gallon and some chocolate syrup and we ate ice cream BEFORE dinner.
Of course she is 14 and it is a little different, but sometimes life is uncertain mommy and you have to eat desert first.
We have two ice cream trucks in our neighborhood and they come several times a day! And we live in an apartment complex, so yeah, they do pretty much park in front of our house! What times? Well, lunch time, dinner time, and bedtime. Of course!
I do that too cussed people out when they do stupid things.lol Nice blog too.
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