Tuesday, July 14, 2009


My son's been going to swimming lessons for the last five weeks. Today his instructor and I had this conversation:

Her: "It's funny. My name is almost like his. B-R-E-N-N-A. Brenna."

Me: Awkward silence where I try to appear normal.

Not quite a conversation, but painful as all hell.

Que tears that I fight off for the rest of the hour.

Couple that with the adorable little girl with blond ringlets and a pink bathing suit that I had to walk behind for five minutes out to the car and you have got yourself one very. shitty. day.


Akul's mama said...

I understand. There are days when I can deal with life...pregnant women, laughing kids, baby boys and then there are days when ai hear a baby crying and it breaks my hearts that I cannot hear my baby cry.

Emily said...

Um, yeah. I guess I can see how that would be a kick in the teeth. So sorry, hun. Hoping for a better day for you...