The New Baby shower

So the other day, I get an invitation to a baby shower from a woman I barely know. Okay, so she works with my husband, but although he's also invited, he'll be out of town. So not only do I hardly know her, she's on the rebound from a divorce and isn't even married again.

So I go to get a gift and I'm depressed already. She knows she's having a boy. It's just not as much fun to shop for as a girl, the selection is horrible. I know it's politically incorrect to say, but that's totally how I felt. I bought something perfunctory and left, it occurred to me -- am I the only one who's ever felt like that? Just a thought.

Mommy NEEDS a Margarita!

Am I the only one who has a kid who will complain about ANYTHING? I mean, if you give her something for breakfast she normally likes, she will bitch that she wanted X, which she normally doesn't like.

If I take my mother's tack, which is to say, "That's what we have, eat it or you can go hungry", she will more often than not leave it and then sneak junk food later. AAAAAArrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!