So I've been thinking about what I want to write about:

The worry that grips me whenever Henry is sick, as he has been the past few days. I know this worry is pretty ridiculous when you consider that some mothers have things like brain tumors to worry about, while my child has a common cold virus, and all it really comes down to is that he's been sickly all his life and I don't like it.

And really Henry's probably toying with me when he asks me to tell and re-tell the story of the worst day of my life while we wait in the doctor's office for 2 hours next to the little girl holding a barf bowl. He's really just trying to weaken my defenses so I will agree to buy him 3 rewards (a dvd, puzzle, and sticker book, oh and also a box of Christmas Tree Cakes) rather than the one reward that was promised. Touche little sick one.

Maybe a more entertaining thing for me to write about would be how much of an ass I made of myself at Thomas' preschool for those 2 weeks that L was out of commission. I'm a little perplexed that I feel comfortable talking to strangers at work all day long, most of the time without embarassing myself, but talking to other parents at preschool seemed to make me lose all sense.

Just to appreciate the faux pas, let's imagine the scenario using my blogging friends and their children. Say we're all out in the hallway waiting for our children to be dismissed from class (wouldn't that be awesome if they all went to the same school?!). I turn to, say, MOM-NOS and say "Did Nik have fun at the zoo this weekend?" And MOM-NOS answers "I don't know." I furrow my brow over this odd answer for a few seconds until I realize that MOM-NOS must not be Nik's mother.

Yes, quite embarrassing. Made only slightly better by Thomas telling me "it's ok mommy, I mix up Nik and Bud's mommies all the time. They kind of look alike." Not really comforting coming from the 4-year-old who doesn't even know all his classmates' names.

Ironically, in this same imaginary scenario, Bud bites Tommy the next day. So MOM-NOS (who I've been trying to avoid after my slip-up) stops me on the way in to pick up the kids. She says "I'm so sorry that Bud bit Tommy."

And I blurt out "Well I'm so sorry that I thought you were Nik's mom!"

I then go on with something inappropriate about how my older son has autism and hurts other kids sometimes so I totally understand. Why did I respond this way? It sounded both like I thought her child was autistic and also like I thought it was just fine for children to hurt one another.

By the end of the week, when another nice mom inquired about having a playdate, I just stared at her with deer-in-the-headlights eyes. A PLAYDATE?! HOW DOES THAT WORK? DO I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU THE WHOLE TIME? BUT I'LL SAY SO MANY STUPID THINGS!

I guess I'll just chalk it up to being out of my element for a couple weeks. We live in a different school district than most of these people, so I can start over fresh when Tommy starts kindergarten next fall.

For some reason I am reminded of an embarrassing moment from when Kate was little:

It was first grade and she had just come to live with us. I had an inferiority complex about not being a "real mom". I thought all the other mothers new all the secrets because they had actually birthed their children. I freaked out about packing her lunch and bringing a dessert to the Brownie potluck. I thought that all the other moms made homemade secret recipe treats, and that they were given those secret recipes at the hospital before they brought their babies home or something. (I thought that until I arrived at the first potluck event and saw the table covered with store-bought cookies.)

So, it was Halloween night and a friend from Kate's class comes to the door with her mom. I'm trying to make friendly-mom chit-chat, and I say "so is M's dad at home giving out candy?" M's mom replies "I don't know." See, it turns out that M's mom and dad were never married and never lived together. It turns out that not every family is cut from the same cookie-cutter. I was so busy feeling like the odd man out because I was a step-mom (and not even a legal stepmom yet at that point- we weren't married), that I didn't realize there were lots of other unconventional families out there as well.

It's disconcerting that I still feel so uneasy around other moms sometimes- 2 kids and 12 years later.