It’s Friday and I am returning to my Fragmented self. It’s been a while since I did We have been busy clearing out clutter, starting our homeschooling and planning our travels. I thought I would have more reports from the road by now but we did have a wonderful trip to Fredericksburg last week and are visiting Houston today.
Speaking of today, I am really excited to share that today is my day to share my journey at the #InspiringMomBloggers Summit. You can learn more here.
When I previewed Mamma Mia the other day, I shared that I had seen it almost 12 years ago when I was pregnant with Sonny-Bunny. I thought I would share a funny story from that night. I attended with my best friend who was also pregnant though further along. As she was almost six months with her second, she was not interested in taking the stairs. After the show, we waited for an elevator.
Waited and waited.
We were on the balcony and every time the doors opened, we found it full with people on lower levels riding up to ride down.
Finally, the crowd dispersed and we on the 3rd floor starting actually going down. After another 3-4 waits, it was our turn. We were among the last few. It was full and we were actually touching other patrons. My best friend got trapped facing into the elevator and was awkwardly touching bellies with a man that looked like he might be carrying his own baby.
Just before the doors closed, an elderly woman and her middle-aged companion pushed their way on. The already uncomfortable elevator became almost painful. The elderly woman yells out to my best friend (whose belly is crushed against the man now), “well, there would be room if that woman would move her purse!”
I was livid. My poor friend is about to faint and now even more uncomfortable thanks to the rudeness of this woman. I retorted, “It’s not her purse, m’am, it’s her belly! She’s pregnant.”
The entire elevator burst into laughter. The woman muttered something about the size of ladies purses these days but her bomb was defused. And my best friend and I got one of our “stories” for life.
Finally, here’s a moment from the back seat. Oh, the things these kids say…
Little Diva and Sonny-Bunny are having a squabble.
Little Diva: Shut the heck up!
Me: I know you’re annoyed but you can ask him to stop (saying it) much more nicely.
Little Diva: (Sonny-Bunny), may you please shut the heck up?
That’s my fragments. Enjoy your Friday!
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