Play It Again, Sahm. Meredith Efken
the twins the choice between being the ugly stepsisters or the mice. They’re not happy. Tom
| From: | Zelia Muzuwa <[email protected]> |
| To: | SAHM I Am <[email protected]> |
| Subject: | Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW June 1: Total Honesty |
Awww, Tom!!! Fairy wings and a tiara? This is the only (and I do mean ONLY) context I’d ever say this in, but… THAT IS SO DARN CUTE! Aw, you’re a good dad. A really, really good dad!
Rock on, Tiara-man!
Z
| From: | Hannah Farrell <[email protected]> |
| To: | SAHM I Am <[email protected]> |
| Subject: | Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW June 1: Total Honesty |
There’s a MAN on the loop???
This is supposed to be a loop for MOMS! How am I supposed to be all share-y and open if there’s a guy lurking around? I can’t talk about…you know… STUFF—in front of a man!
What kind of a weird place is this? What wife would ever be idiotic enough to let her husband on a loop full of other women?
What is WRONG with you people?
Hannah
| From: | Dulcie Huckleberry <[email protected]> |
| To: | SAHM I Am <[email protected]> |
| Subject: | Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW June 1: Total Honesty |
Hannah,
I’m the “idiot” who “lets” her husband on a loop with other women. Charmed to meet you.
If you have a problem with our loop, you’re welcome to find yourself a different loop that is more to your liking. We voted to let Tom join our loop, and he’s been a great addition.
If you don’t feel comfortable discussing things in front of him, that’s your problem, not his. He is the most trustworthy, sympathetic, sweetest person in the whole world, and anyone who decides not to take the time to get to know him is a big-time loser.
Stay-at-home dads need encouragement and friendship, too. There’s no reason why only moms should get that privilege.
I knew you were young, but good grief! Apparently, you haven’t gotten past the “Ew, boys have cooties” stage yet.
Sincerely,
Dulcie Huckleberry
| From: | Dulcie Huckleberry <[email protected]> |
| To: | Rosalyn Ebberly <[email protected]> |
| Subject: | My loop post |
Go ahead and slap my wrist now, Rosalyn. I’m so angry, I don’t care at the moment.
Dulcie
| From: | Rosalyn Ebberly <[email protected]> |
| To: | Dulcie Huckleberry <[email protected]> |
| Subject: | Re: My loop post |
I should. I really should. But… I’ll let it go this time. The line about boy cooties was worth it. However, Dulcie dear, would you like to borrow one of my books on anger management? I’m sure you would find it so helpful!
Go soak in a nice bubble bath with candles—relieving stress and anxiety will go a long way to helping you control your temper.
Much love,
Rosalyn
“The wise woman builds her house, but the foolish tears it down with her own hands.”Proverbs 14:1 (NASB)
| From: | Dulcie Huckleberry <[email protected]> |
| To: | “Green Eggs and Ham” |
| Subject: | Whaaaaat? |
Rosalyn was just nice to me.
Rosalyn. Yes, THAT Rosalyn.
She was nice.
To me.
I’ve been wandering around the last ten minutes repeating this to myself and still can’t grasp it. My brain has exploded. I feel as if I’ve entered a Twilight Zone episode.
There’s something very weird afoot. Very weird, indeed.
Dulcie
Huck: How’s my damsel in shining armor doing?
Dulcet: Still steamed.
Huck: You didn’t have to do that, you know.
Dulcet: Do what?
Huck: Defend me. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.
Dulcet: Of course you can. But you really think I was going to let that little brat publicly slam you without saying a word in protest?
Huck: Well, it would have shocked me if you had.
Dulcet: We stick together. Attack one, and you tangle with us both. You’d have done the same for me.
Huck: Sure. But only if you weren’t able to do it yourself. I was going to post a reply of my own, you know.
Dulcet: Oh. Really?
Huck: Yeah. Was working on it when yours posted. It was going to be a good post, I think.
Dulcet: Not a rant like mine, huh?
Huck: A gentler rant. Remember, I’m on the loop strictly because of everyone’s good will. I have to be a little more diplomatic.
Dulcet: You’re not going to be able to send yours now, huh?
Huck: Probably not. Wouldn’t want to keep things stirred up.
Dulcet: I’m sorry.
Huck: Forgiven. You sure you’re okay? Her post wasn’t that bad, you know. Lots of those women had stronger objections when you first brought up the idea of me joining the loop.
Dulcet: I lost the Kerrick account.
Huck: Whoa.
Dulcet: They called today and cancelled—said they’re definitely getting a divorce. They still have to pay me for the design work to this point, but nothing more.
Huck: Okay, so we
Dulcet: I think it’ll be enough to make the bills for this month and part of next, but I don’t have any more clients! I can’t even talk to any of the clients from my previous job. And the ads I placed aren’t bringing in enough inquiries.
Huck: Dulcie, let’s
Dulcet: I’m going to fail! I was stupid for even trying this.
Huck: No, you weren’t.
Dulcet: What are we going to do? I should have done something. Stopped it from happening. I could have fixed it. I didn’t try hard enough.