Emi has taken to biting other kids at playgrounds. It is especially mortifying for me as I have to apologize profusely to the fancy moms and I fear my child soon won't be invited to playdates anymore. Three different experienced parents (including my nanny) have said to me that the only thing that works is to bite her back, to show her how painful it can be. I tried to convince our nanny to bite her without much success and Rob doesn't want to do it either, so here I am, procrastinating over my motherly duty of biting my own child.
|Not biting this sweet little bundle of joy any time soon|
I'm sick of hearing about how expensive San Francisco has gotten. Not because I don't think it is outrageously expensive, but because it has become the only topic of discussion at every social gathering I have been attending to in the past 1-2 years (that, and bashing alpha moms).
Also, SF being so expensive is not only making my social interactions too boring but also making this place a really weird city to raise children at. Walking around town, all I see on the streets are single people on their 20s and 30s, most of them working in Tech (of course working on something that will for sure change the world, one byte at a time...). Some of them are having kids now, but you only see small babies or toddlers - as once they reach school age their parents move out to more affordable areas with much better schools. There aren't any seniors walking around, no pre-teens or teens and certainly no teachers (unless they scored a rent controlled room with 5 other roommates 15 years ago). Luckily we spend quite a bit of quality time in Boca Raton, Florida with grandparents a few times a year, so Emi will have the chance to see what a retiree looks like in real life and hopefully won't freak out if she ever sees one here. I am already preparing myself to give her "the talk" to explain what those weird looking people are.
I love working from home, although that usually means I'm the frumpiest freelancer in town. I'm in major need of an upgrade to fashion forward frumpy-chic outfits that I can wear to business meetings, playground outings and to open the door to my Instacart shopper. Complete with a freshly appointed mom-bob I'll be taking fashion by its horns this week.
|Here's the photo I'll be showing the stylist. Wish her luck.|