Shoot me please

So tonight at the pottery place there was a tableful of moms. One in particular spent the entire four hours I was there talking about how many ounces the baby ate at each feeding; how many hours the baby slept for the first six months; weaning off the bottle. Agh!! I was sick of it, and even the two ladies I was with said how they are so over that part of their lives (they both have grade school aged kids). But I still had fun, as usual. All I know is those moms need to have conversations about worldly matters. Even talking about whatever insipid TV show they're watching would have been better.


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