I wish I could say that I wasn’t interested in ‘Mommy Clubs’
but sadly, I am. Maybe it’s because when
I was sitting with my newborn in the bay area and all of my girlfriends were
working and then heading out to live their own child free lives, I was there
with cries for milk and poops. At some
point I think it’s only natural for us to gravitate towards other people who
are in our situation. People who have children and spend their mornings
sneaking through the house to see if they can be quiet enough to take a shower
or brush their teeth without waking the sleeper.
My first club experience involved terrible house music and
people under 18. Wait, wrong club. I tried to join several mothers groups but most were showing as inactive for the past few months when I searched them online. My first actual club for mamas that I got to join was a seemingly sweet group
that I found on meetup.com. I was a
member for a whole week or two until the organizer kicked me out for not answering enough
of their polls and for having yet to attend a function. I’m sure if they would
have emailed me first before kicking me out they would have known that right
after I joined, GiGi was diagnosed as blind. When that happened, I didn’t give
a shit about their ANYTHING bit my babe and of course I let them know that a few weeks
later. They, at that point, decided to
let me back in. I sucked up my ego and
pride and went to a few outings and actually really liked the women.
Then we moved.
(gigi avoiding mommy clubs and dancing instead)
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