In Hiding

It's quarter to eight and I'm not home. At least that is what I told the neighbors. No, I would not like to get together with the other mothers of 800 Home Avenue and plan our next block party. No I would not like to bear witness to the passive aggressive scuffles over paper-making and bicycle decorating. No, I would not like to outline the details of the pinata. And, no, I would not like to volunteer (once again) to oversee the inflatable bouncy death trap for hours on end.
I chalk last year's participation up to sleep deprivation and trying on this new role called mommydom. The 2009 version of this mamma sits on her couch in the dark, curtains drawn, glass of wine in hand feeling quite comfortable with my lies and deceit. Maybe next year suckers!