Last night was Baton Rouge Mom‘s first event, Paint The Town Rouge. I was so excited to be there and mingle with super fun (and smart!) women. It was kind of a blur, but I keep randomly remembering things I said to complete strangers like, “I am an expert at butt-wiping, but I know nothing about social media.”

I felt a little sorry for the bartender, who was responsible for a room chock full of moms who just got a night away from their families. Now THAT is a big job. I kept thinking he needed a hug — or a cookie — because I am no longer a normal woman who tips for good service. I want to smother mother them all with hugs and baked goods instead, which is a problem that needs to be dealt with before I leave my house again.

Here are just three of the fabulous girls who were in attendance, and I was so, so happy they were there. I was not aware that I was going to have to get up in front of a room full of women wearing red and introduce myself, which is probably for the best because I would have worried myself to death over it and driven Husband insane … BUT … just knowing I had a few people in my corner meant a lot. Because they know I’m not nuts. Because I heard myself talking up there and before I could stop it from happening, I was saying something like“I started writing because therapy is like $80 per session and I don’t have that kind of money.”

Which is totally the truth.

This is the month of thankfulness, when we are supposed to be basking in our blessings, but I’m going to rebel and whine a little instead. Thank you for humoring me.

Sometimes life is just difficult. Like when we don’t have enough money to buy the pricey hypoallergenic formula for the baby, and we have to decide what we can live without. It’s usually something like new underwear for Mommy. I am almost 6 months postpartum and still have not made the leap into correctly-fitting undergarments. It’s just one of those things I keep putting off because it’s going to require time and money, and now I finally understand how some people just don’t ever make that leap. I WILL make it … eventually. It’s just taking much longer than what makes sense, and I have a suspicion that ill-fitting underwear is probably a big part of why my life seems difficult.

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sis·ter·hood (noun) 1. the relationship between sisters. the feeling of kinship with and closeness to a group of women or all women. 2. an association, society, or community of women linked by a common interest, religion, or trade.
 
I don’t have any sisters. I’ve always wished I did, and I admittedly romanticize the idea. Someone to walk arm-in-arm through life with, sharing clothes and inside jokes, cooking Thanksgiving dinners together while nieces and nephews run underfoot … I imagine it all to be very Pottery Barn-like. (My imaginary sister and I are also fabulous and thin, of course. Like a U.S. version of Pippa and Kate Middleton.)

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