I was so looking forward to my book club tonight, for which I read Eat, Pray, Love. But apparently, it wasn’t to be. I mean, I managed to go. I just didn’t manage to stay, thanks to Water Boy. I was there for about fifteen minutes before he had a total meltdown and we had to leave.
I felt particularly bad, because my book club is populated by attractive, hip, mostly childless women and I always feel bad taking him, but even worse when he manages to be a poster child (ha!) for Why You Don’t Want Kids.
So not only do I feel frumpy, fat, and uncool when I go, but tonight I also managed to feel completely embarrassed for being forced to slink out of the room and come home, without even getting to discuss that stupid book.
Three cheers for motherhood!