ghetto housewife: Monday, Monday (la la, la la la la la)

Monday, October 15, 2007

Monday, Monday (la la, la la la la la)

It’s a Monday, and like most Mondays it just plain sucks. It is also a Monday after a very busy weekend, a weekend in which David and I traveled 500 miles while the children stayed with the grandparents. So I’m feeling depressed and weary- nothing that can’t be fixed with enough coffee and chocolate.

I have hope that tomorrow will be a better day.

Thank you so much to my technologically competent husband, who helped me link a picture and do some other stuff to dress up my blog site. Kiss, Kiss.

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you might live in the ghetto if...

safety training for your children includes how to respond to a police shoot-out
half the cars in the neighborhood can safely pass over your preschooler's head
you look both ways as you drive through ALL instersections, even if you have the right of way
the neighbors casually discuss the latest shooting/robbery/auto theft without getting hysterical
you see a car parked in the middle of the street, you assume it's a drug deal
your hispanic children think that Caucasians are a minority in America
your suburban friends of various ethnicities want to get out of the neighborhood before twilight
you walk down the middle of the street, even though the sidewalk is perfectly usable
at least two cheap, amazingly good Chinese restaurants are within walking distance
the only people more crooked than the drug dealers are the people in City Hall
you refer to the sidewalk as the 'front yard'
when you mention the word 'police', your neighbors scatter
when you take a walk in the early morning, people assume you're a hooker
Your toddler knows the Club is used to deter auto theft.