more parenting bitchiness

Alex and I went to the park this evening. We were supposed to meet a playgroup there, but there was no one who seemed to be talking to anyone else, so it's hard to say if they were there and we missed them or if they just weren't there.

I give up on this group. A group that claims to be for both stay at home and working moms that only has playdates on weekday mornings unless I bug them to schedule one just isn't going to work. They charge dues, and I can't even get to a freakin event where I might be willing to pay their fucking dues because they won't schedule 2 events in one day and don't schedule things when I'm not att work.

While at the park, a girl asked her dad if she could come see Alex. They walked over, and dad asked about the tubes. His response: will he be like this forever? no, he'll outgrow it - just a matter of his lungs catching up. Then dad says, "that's so sad"

I said, no, not really, he isn't bothered by it at all, and wandered away.

But what I was thinking was, "no, the alternative would be sad - he'd be dead. Instead, we have a live, healthy, happy baby who comes with some extra equipment for a while. What's sad about that?"

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