Thursday, March 4

So at the not so subtle nudging of a friend, I realized that I had again forgotten to write anything for a few days.  I started to think about what really makes someone a friend.  It's so different now than when I was 6.  It's the person who reminds you that if you want to claim that you "work from home", you must actually do some work and hence write in your blog.  It's the person that makes you a mix tape ( ok, a CD) with the most amazing songs on it and you suspect she really wanted you to really here at least one of them.  It's the person who listens to your plea for time with other human beings that you actually know and suddenly has one night a week free for you.  It's the person that calls everyday just to make sure you're still there.  I don't think I will ever jump rope or play tag with any of those  people, so there in lies the difference between being a grown up friend and 6 years old.  You do things unconditionally and a little more seriously.

I went to superTarget this morning.  It seemed like every corner I turned, there was some person with a small child.  And every single one of those little ones did not want to be at super target today.  There was crying and screaming and fussing galore.  It was ridiculous.  Afterwards, I was at breakfast with a friend of mine and I was telling her about how these little people ruined my trip to one of the happiest places on earth.  She looks at me and very seriously says, "you need to go at 1.  They are all napping then" like I some how should have known this.  I mean, I know she was right, but I started to wonder,  did I miss the handbook about how to navigate through the world without children?