The SO-Early Phone Call...
It's the funniest thing....
I've always been a walker. I love to walk. People are always, "Why can't we just jump in a cab?" And I'll be like, "But it's only a 20 minute walk!"
Part of the problem is that I'm a really fast walker. And I mean really fast.
I was walking The Dictator to school everymorning and enjoying it...(Although the looks from strangers, when I was walking back home with her empty stroller, with only a Starbucks cup in the seat, as opposed to an actual toddler or baby, somewhat made me feel a little crazy...)
The weather turned cold. I had to start to drive her to school. Because that wind tunnel at Bloor and Ave is miserable.
And, I tell you, I'm back at home by 8:30 a.m. thanks to this quick drive.
By the time I'm home, I've already gotten three messages on my cell phone.
These, of course, are from my other mommy friends, who have just dropped their kids off from school.
I don't know what it is about these early morning phone calls. But I love them. I had no idea I had it in me to be so gossipy before 9 a.m.
But I do have it in me. And I love these phone calls. You can't really talk to your mother friends in the evenings, once they are with their kids. Or when I'm with mine.
Because mostly my conversations with friends go like this, "Oh she just spilled her juice. I got to go wipe it up....oh now she wants a bandaid....oh now she doesn't like her mushy grape....oh now she has just taken off all her clothes...I think I should just go. Call me tomorrow at 8:35 a.m.!"
Some of my best conversations now happen before 9 a.m.
Oh, wait....my phone is ringing...It's my best friend who just dropped off her kids....It's 9 a.m.