Tuesday, February 20, 2007

so - since I've been in the derby, I've become a little more of a bitch assertive - I'm no longer as shy about speaking my mind, I'm a little better at asking for what I want, and a little better about saying that word that so many women are afraid of - no.

For as long as I can remember, I've hated telling people "no" - I never understood why - was I afraid of disappointing people? Was I worried that people wouldn't like me? Who knows?

But I'm much better now - I don't have a problem telling people that I don't want to do something.

So why, when my anti-social neighbor asked me to come over tomorrow to help her with her feral children did I say "yes"? I've seen these children in action, they're the type of children you see in movies that torment babysitters, drive parents insane and keep emergency rooms in business. The type of children who serve as the most effective birth control on earth.

And I've agreed to "help" her out with them.

Why?

Maybe it's because she seemed a little bit desperate, it's obvious that the woman hasn't had a minute to herself in at least four years - you've got to kind of feel a little sorry for a woman who used to own her own business, then got married and had 3 kids within a couple of years.

Maybe it was a little show of solidarity with my fellow mom-of-young-boys.

Maybe I get lonely during the day and would love someone to hang out with.

Maybe I was just feeling nice.

Maybe it was because she offered to pay me... but somehow I can't imagine that any amount of money is going to make it okay.

Oh well, if nothing else, at least I'll have something to blog about... once I get the mucus, dirt and smooshed french fries washed out of my hair, that is.