“So how much time do you have while the kids are at school?”
“8-4 or so – “
“Enough for a #Costco run…” ?
WHACK!
The ? point started.
A few minutes earlier I had shared that life was a little intense at the moment.
My stay-at-home-mom teammate assumed I had kids at home during the days, and that I was going to say I only had a couple hours without kids.
We both knew she misspoke, but neither of us made the correction.
What good would it do – she didn’t understand my hard, and I didn’t understand hers.
But it didn’t matter.
I also didn’t tell her my Costco run was arriving at my door that afternoon because it’s not worth my time to go.
Or that I just learned how to buy 136 granola bars at a time vs. 6, and I could learn a lot from my stay-at-home-mom friends.
Moms don’t keep score.
(In pickleball, yes. In life, no.)
