Other moms

"You should go out and meet other moms. Make some 'Mom friends'."
Remember when you suggested I try one of those mom clubs? Here's why there is no chance in hell of that happening:
Moms (in general) aren't fun. They work 24 hours a day, wipe butts, hold screaming children, and rarely read. Moms endlessly psychoanalyze their kids and wear guilt for every wrongdoing reported back by their mate or child. Moms either don't drink or get chateaued off white wine and cry.  Moms don't have enough sex or simply don't at all and start wearing outfits that resemble the ones they wore in third grade. Moms talk about Fred Meyer deals and the broken swing at the park. Worst of all, the moms resentful of their families because they never went to Paris, had a lover, or became the executive of NBC. No thanks.
Instead, I would rather hang out by the railroad tracks, or jump rope in the carport. Or play with the kids on the monkey bars and chat with the grandpa smoking a pipe on the park bench. I want to hear  stories about kids who aren't labeled with some defect. About women who feel sexy and alive and of people fucking in public places. I want to make things and take them apart. Be surrounded by folks who believe in mysteries and magic. Listen to Bukowski poems and radio shows in the dark. I want to be surrounded by strangers on the train and play Yahtzee while drinking Port. I want to be with women who laugh until they cry and who play with their kids on the floor until everyone has rug burns.
So I'm gonna hold out and wait to find some folks that I can actually relate to and hope that in the mix there are a few fun loving ladies with kids. But thanks for thinking of me and my motherhood dilemma.