I own a kid/family centered business. This gives me the opportunity to talk to parents all day long about many different things, mainly their kids.
“Your little one’s name is what?” “Oh that’s my dog’s name!”
“Yes, I have tried lavender oil. It really works on my dog. I just put a bit on the back of his neck, and he sleeps through the night!”
“I really think the kids will be a bit more settled as the weather cools. My dogs always do better with milder weather.”
“Jogging strollers are great! My dog loves his!”
I really don’t think before I speak, so if a statement like this is made to someone who might not know me as well as others do, I find I must backtrack a bit. Otherwise I get strange looks. I don’t know why.
Anyway, I make sure they know that I do actually have human children. They’re just grown. Well, one of them is in the process of growing, but he’s 17, so he might as well be grown. I figure it makes it all better as long as they know I have humans… not just dogs… and cats. I don’t bring up the cats a whole lot. No one needs to know.
The only good thing about being 40something is that I’m not pulling a crying child behind me in a store, after 6pm. I don’t know about these moms, but I’m worn the heck out. My animals and my 17 year old are all I can handle when I get home from work. This is the one blessing of having a midlife crisis. I want to be fit, have my sports car, and go and do what I want. I want to do all the things I didn’t get to do when I had young kids. This is it! Time to live it up!