The title of my blog is 'Attempting to Avoid Typical Suburbia' (of course, you saw that at the top of the page, so this is no surprise). The reason I titled my blog this way is because whenever I look at (most) of the moms in our neighborhood and ones that are similar, I see people who seem so different from me. These moms are so serious, they drive minivans, cart children back and forth to soccer games, they never go out on the weekends and forget about going anywhere during the week, and they seem so much older than me...like June Cleaver, except snobbier because they don't talk to their neighbors. I'm way cooler than they are, right? We are somewhat trendy with our volkswagons and minimalist furniture, we go to concerts and listen to cool music, go out with our friends, we love a good party, we like to go to clubs, Bryan is a graphic designer, we do cool and fun things with our kids, we act silly about 80% of the time, we're several years younger, and I rock some really fun nail polish. I don't want to be boring. But you know what? I realized that I'm not so different than these other moms. This was a painful realization. I'm approaching 30 rather quickly, so I'm probably not THAT much younger than my fellow suburban mothers. My VW hatchback is like a petite minivan. I'm not a soccer mom, but I am a softball mom. We don't get to go out as often now that we have a 2nd child, and during the school year, forget about going out during the week. We make pains to attend every school function that Kennedy has, even the family movie nights.
My attempt at avoiding typical suburbia is kind of a fail. Someone get me a June Cleaver apron and a pair of sensible heels. I'll start going to the salon to get my hair set and then we'll play bridge on Tuesday nights, while drinking sidecars after a dinner of meatloaf or a casserole as soon as we find people in our neighborhood that wanna hang.
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