Reality Mom: I am David Sedaris' mom
It was the end of a long, hot week and all I really wanted was for a handsome man to fan me while serving me cool, refreshing beverages. What I got instead was the playdate from hell.
Two minutes after shoving three children into the back of my very small car, I had to pull over in a "oh my god I've become my mother" episode.
"I can not drive with all of this screaming. You HAVE to settle down right now, damn it."
Both of my kids' eyes widened and they looked at each other with the all knowing, "She's in one of those moods" looks.
But my son's friend, the one I was mainly yelling at, didn't bat an eye. He resumed his thrashing and screaming, I yelled again, he yelled louder, so I turned up the stereo and sped home.
Once there, I told the kids to play outside, threw them some snacks, and locked the door.
Occasionally, I would hear a scream or yelp and drag my sorry butt to the window. "Put that shovel down, someone."
"Are you bleeding?"
Reassured no one was gushing blood at an alarming rate, I closed the window once again. My resourceful 3-year-old daughter came inside, using the unlocked front door, and found me sprawled out on the couch.
"Those boys are crazy," she stated.
"I know. Did you get hurt?"
"No, I just watched them. What are you drinking?"
"Juice," I lied.
"Can I have some?"
"It's special mommy juice."
"Why are you drinking it in a coffee mug?"
"I have no idea. Let's go upstairs and spy on the boys. They won't be able to see us from the top window."
And that's where we remained until we saw the friend's mother pull up, which caused me to stash my "juice cup" in a potted plant and pretend I was a normal, if at least somewhat attentive, mother.
Corbin Lewars (corbinlewars.com) is the author of the memoir Creating a Life (Catalyst Book Press, 2009) and the sexy mommy-lit book Swings (out for submission). She is the creator of the zine Reality Mom, which can be viewed at www.realitymomzine.blogspot.com. She lives in Ballard with her two children.