P,
I just finished the yoga class with Headmistress and I must confess it has worked wonders on my village holiday party stress level. Remember how much we liked the instructor touching part, however inappropriate, during our hot yoga classes? Well this class is much like that one only we are partnered with another class member. I did feel some obligation to choose HM as she asked me to join, and although I think only hubby should be touching me in this way, I can’t say I mind, really. And who could be trusted more than the guardian of my children’s virtues?
Do hope you’re finding similar relief tucked safely into your childhood bed. Speaking of such issues, I forgot to mention that the obc, in addition to his usual insufferable behavior with the au pair, was chatting for quite a long time with my new nemesis, the woman in the red holiday sweater who was such a Santa diva. I would like to think the obc was just trying to annoy me with his friendly repartee with her but there is something in her manner that suggests I put you on high alert. As I was scurrying for the fifth time to potty with my todder, I was unable to do my usual thorough investigation. Hope they both get just what they deserve.
It occurs to me, since our nuclear clan leaves for the Caribbean this week in order to reduce this mother’s holiday madness, we may not be able to communicate all of next week. I’ll simply have to content myself with the knowledge that you may, in fact, be able to survive this moment without my good advice.
Faithfully,
C.
