Good lord, while I was out driving my car my playgroup email list had drama… enough that it’ll be interesting to see who shows up Tuesday, and where we all go from here.
WTF? And here I thought only multiples and dykes had this much capacity in ‘em. (Of course my information about dykes-as-a-group is largely anecdotal, and reminds me that I forgot to call someone this weekend grrrrrr.) In this case I don’t know what the drama was, except the tip of the iceberg on the list – which makes NO sense so obviously I’m missing some critical information – and some email inviting me to side with each side. Which is the only way I have an idea who’s on what side!
I missed the last two weeks of group anyway – one ’cause I was away and one ’cause of the cold I had. So maybe something happened there. But I truly don’t want to know. I don’t want to ask. I only want people to be polite to each other and to get to go swimming and to the zoo in relative peace. This is so unusual for me that I have to assume I’ve either grown up some (!!) or that the lactation hormones really are THAT good.
Now we’ll see if I’ve actually learned how to handle these things as a neutralish person, since it would be my week to host. Lyria made Miscarriage Cookies, though, so I predict that if food could smooth any of this over, it has already been taken care of.
(They are as good as they sound, except perhaps that the Skor/toffee bits are a bit crunchy & sweet for my taste. Lyr said she might substitute chocolate covered almonds next time.)
It’s so weird to be a mum. Because if these were merely my acquaintances/friends, I’d be sort of tempted to just back away from the whole group. But because it’s also about socializing Noah (not that, at 7 months, he needs tons of it, but this is how you build it up) I’m going to stick with trying to navigate some of it and see if it doesn’t work out.
