May 24, 2007
I have a friend named Beth who is an absolute staple in my life. Her daughter, Sophia is only 4 days younger than James, and we see each other almost every single day. I drove Beth and Sophia to the airport this morning. It's the least I could do for a friend who is always going out of her way for me.
For example, a few weeks ago when I was out of town, I asked Beth to go into my apartment, sift through my personal financial documents, find my checkbook, forge my signature, and pay a bill for me. She was happy to help. [sidenote: She never even thought about stealing my identity. Trust me, any theif who assumes my identity for financial purposes is an idiot. They couldn't get approved for a loan on a used ten-speed huffy by using my name right now, and Beth knows it]
Beth helps me, I help her--it's what friends do.
So I showed up at her house around 8:45 this morning. The car was covered in bird poop, my hubcap fell off, and James was wearing nothing but a diaper and crocs. It was a great visual representation of my life at the moment--art on wheels if you will.
We started driving and both of our kids started to scream at the top of their little lungs just as Beth attempted to talk to an ebay seller on the cell phone. They stopped the exact second that she hung up.
Beth screamed as she tried to get a mosquito off of my giant baby's naked body. And she kept screaming as she smacked and flattened it against the passenger window. Repeatedly.
Our kids resumed screaming when Beth ran into CVS. They finally stopped when I found an entertaining radio station.
Unfortunately, all of the lead singers on the Indian Radio Network (the kids' station of choice) seemed to scream their song lyrics as they played their crazy-ass instruments. Whoa.
And of course, James screamed and screamed and screamed for his beloved "Phia" (short for Sophia) as we drove away from the airport. Thank goodness for the Indian Radio Network.
And that is the foundation of our friendship--screaming and chaos. Afterall, we are the mothers of toddlers.
I really think that every woman should have a friend like Beth in their life...and every kid should have a buddy like Sophia. Because let's face it, it's really, really funny to see two year olds wrestle each other over a lint covered raisin....every single day.