Don't even try to be as awesome as me. Seriously. Right here. Big time awesome. I finally got that other mother on the phone to set up a playdate. The playdate she's been calling and leaving me notes to try to set up for a mere six weeks now. I know. I rule.
In my mind, I swear I thought it had three or four weeks. Which is still pretty sad. But at least it's not evil hag rude. Only, she dated the first note she left me. It's really hard to rewrite history in my head when May 24th is written right next to her cell phone number. Kudos to her for dating that thing, incidentally. Nice touch.
As if I didn't feel like enough of a loser, she's about the sweetest person ever when we get on the phone. Can't wait to get together, asks how my mother is and shares a sweet story about getting emotional switching her daughter to a new daycare. By the end of the conversation I was ready to volunteer to be her new best friend and invite her whole family to move into my house and stay forever. Or something like that. Again, so sweet. What kind of evil hag takes six weeks to call her?
Look no further. She's right here. I rule.