As I check out at the supermarket and place my yogurt, fruit and granola into my recyclable bag, the check out boy wishes me a happy mother's day. He asks if I'm a mother, I politely say no. I say Thank God under my breath, and then he asks, "but you will be soon, right?"
No, not if I can help it. Happy Mother's day! For now, I'll just be a grateful auntie who likes her cocktails and her own nap times.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
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