I've got a baby shower this weekend that I'm really excited about. It will be a grateful reprieve from laundry and driving children around the greater Chicagoland area.
It kind of feels like my birthday.
Of course, there will be no time to either dye my hair or pick up a baby gift beforehand.
So I will be attending with grey roots, a check, and a Happy Bar Mitzvah card.
I feel it will help provide a glimpse into my friend's future life of motherhood: ill-prepared, scattered, and poorly groomed. I'll hold off on the hemorrhoids conversation for another day.