Loop one: walked past neighbor leaning on his car, calling for his son to hurry up and come outside.
Loop two: neighbor and son are in the cul de sac, tossing a football back and forth, looks to me like they know what they are doing. My dog tries to pull me, the stroller with the baby and himself over to investigate and possibly take the football and run off.
Loop three: neighbor asks me if I am new to the neighborhood. No, I have been here three years. Really, says he, wow. I don't know what to say to that so I reiterate the three years bit. Plus, I walk around the loop A LOT so it's on him for not seeing me before. Where do you live, he asks. I point, he asks if we have the yellow Beetle, I say yes. He asks what I do.
I say that I left my job to stay home with my baby ohbutIalsoamacommunicationsconsultantfromhome. Before I can rush that mouthful out, oh, says he, and asks what my husband does.
I head off on loop four, alternating between mentally hitting myself in the head for saying that I stay home with my kid and drowning myself in guilt for feeling like that was totally lame.
But he was the one who acted all dismissive when I said that, so he shouldn't have made me feel badly.
But I am the one who felt badly.
So again I ask you, why do we hate mamas?