It's nice to be busy with real life. We took Bear to a soccer game on Saturday and it was more like a trouncing. They beat the pants off the other team 6-0. They had four of those points before the half -- pretty amazing for a bunch of 6-8 year olds.

What was cool about it was that I felt a little better about interactions with some of the other parents. Last year's team, was a bunch of hippy liberal types that I adored and loved to hand out with mostly, but this year it seemed like no one knew each other and the only real interaction I'd had was with the born again Asian Christian woman who wanted me and everyone else to go to her church potluck. This is the same woman who never talks about what she wants, but rather frames her discussions in terms of what her husband wants.

On Saturday, I got to know her more, because I was trying to lay down to nurse the baby and she came and started talking to me and sat on a corner of my blanket and wouldn't leave. I couldn't hardly look at her because she makes me feel so fucking uncomfortable. There's part of me that just wants to scream at her and say,"Yo, dontcha have an opinion, too!?" She was telling me how lucky she was that her husband married her because her two boys were out of wedlock and he was good to them and this and that, but that her husband wanted 2 more kids. This is on top of a conversation we had at another time where she said she wasn't really too thrilled about staying home with the kids.

I told her my son was not my husband's, but that my husband viewed him as our son and that when we had the girl, that my husband thought it was perfect that we had one of each. I think I about blew her bubble. Genny started fussing and I apologized politely and said I had to feed the baby.

Another woman is Chewy's mom. Chewy is a kid that Russell essentially decked last year. Chewy had been badmouthing a smaller kid in Kindergarten and it had upset Russell, but Russell waited 15 minutes before walking up to Chewy, apparently out of the clear blue and headbutting him. After the principal called me, Russell got grounded at home for a week in which we talked about how violence wasn't the solution and about 3 or 4 other things he could have done and should do in the future. The principal had said that Chewy's mom was really upset, but I didn't know how to reach Chewy's mom, so blew it off.

When the coach mentioned that Chewy was on the team, I was a little bit scared to death that there'd be a run-in of some kind. There wasn't. We were waiting around the hour before the game while the kids on the team ran around like they'd been fully and completely caffeinated and somehow the coach managed to get them still enough to get their pictures taken. We introduced ourselves to each other.

I've been noticing that at these kinds of things, I introduce myself by name and then have to identify myself as Russell's mom or no one knows why your name should be significant. Hell, I forget people other than to identify them by whose parents they are.

She asked me what pictures I ordered for soccer pictures or if I ordered shirts and I told her I got the free picture option and skipped the shirt because we didn't have the money for that and they'd just taken school pictures the day before. She seemed relieved and said that was her feeling, too. She admired Genevieve and asked me if I only had Russell and Genny. I said,"Yes, one of each is all we're doing." She said she'd had three boys and one girl and she was done, too.

I stopped being afraid to talk to her. It was pretty cool. The thing I about died laughing to myself about was when Born Again Christian woman stopped and said something to her, Chewy's mom's eyes about went cold and flat. I thought to myself,"You, too, huh?" Then I decided I liked her. A lot.

When I saw her in the store on Saturday night, we both said a cheerful hello. It felt good.

On Sunday, I went shopping at Price Club. I spent over $500. It should be noted that I bought my husband his new monitor for about $300 of that, but it was a chunk of change, for sure. Our other monitor has been blinking various shades of yellow and cyan at us and has been blurring to varying degrees of fuzz, i.e., it's been sucking ass. Suffice it to say that my husband is getting his student aid check today, which will cover this expense. Yippee!

I went to Price Club with another nursing mom and I tell ya, there's nothing like sitting in big comfy recliner after you've been pounding around with 100 lbs of groceries and a fussy baby on cement floors for 2 hours. We took turns nursing the babies and I am sure my feet would have moaned like sluts, if they could have, when my butt hit that chair and I hit the reclining lever. Genny simply nursed noisily, murmuring as she nursed and I put her back in her infant seat and she passed out cold, smiling and winking at me, just before she hit critical mass and conked.

I got clothes for everyone but me. It seems to be my recurring theme in life. I need the clothes worse than anyone, but everyone else is well-dressed and I'm still not. I'm going to talk Mike into giving me money to go to Target and let me buy a few pairs of pants or something. I have a Lane Bryant gift certificate, too, which I've been getting all hot and horny about. But lately, I'm hot and horny about everything because every time we try to get it on any more, we've got kids.

It sucks when you envy your husband his shower fantasy moment. At Price Club, I saw one of these jacuzzi-in-your-tub machines. I want hot tub jets BAD now because we're not having sex for about 2.5 more diaper years,as far as I can tell.