“Let’s do lunch” is a fallacy; a farce; a cop-out. For, when uttered, it is the closest either party will get to meeting. No, you’re not going to “do lunch” any more than you’re going to “let’s.” You’re each going to get in your car, drive off to your millions of daily tasks, and forget you ever suggested something as organized as a lunch date.
Some say, “Let’s do lunch” as an intentional mis-lead. Insincerely, they throw out the idea so as not to look bad. Really, they’re saying, “Sure, I want to hang out again -at least, I want to appear that I want to.” Inside, they’ve breathed a sigh of relief that they won’t have to see the other person again. Much like answering, “Fine” to a “How are you,” they throw out their “Let’s do lunch”es with careless aplomb.
But let’s say you do want to meet someone again. Let’s say you do want to join them for a midday meal. Here’s what you do: pull out your phone/planner/calendar/spouse right then and there. Say, “Which day works best for you?” Both of you then put the date and time in your schedules.
Then, of course, you’ll reschedule once the children get sick or the car blows up or an asteroid hit your house -still, you made the effort.
No matter what, though, it’s not lunch’s fault. Heaven knows it already gets a lot of flack for being the middle-child meal of the day. No, it’s the fault of good intentions and unforeseen circumstances. It’s never the fault of lunch.
©2020 Chel Owens
There’s a strange phenomenon centered around parents stuck at home all day for longer than they expected. Those experiencing it term the condition Mom Brain (a male equivalent is still in dispute).
Early symptoms include drop in IQ, fatigue, and restless toddler syndrome. Continued exposure to isolated home life results in more serious complications: further cognitive loss, addictions, poor eating habits, not-getting-dressedness, and hopelessness.
Unfortunately, there is no medication currently approved by the FDA that can actually cure this malady.
There are, as many sufferers may admit, several home remedies. These are also not approved by the FDA or even their own mothers.
Those experiencing Mom Brain should not see their doctor; partly because said doctor will have little to contribute besides a confused head-scratching, but mostly because those experiencing Mom Brain will forget to even make the appointment…
Survivors of the condition have no suggestions, alluding to something called “time.” They then add a laugh, commiserative pat, and a walk-away with a spring to their step that they are no longer going through life looking like a zombie.
©2020 Chelsea Owens
Photo Credit: Jen Theodore
You might have a new baby if:
- Every room has decorative accents of burp cloths, diaper supplies, and pacifiers.
- Conversations are held in whispers and gestures.
- Time becomes “a day without a night and a night without a day.”
Or, if you’d rather, “a hard day’s night.”
- Random baby items like socks or Onesies show up in every load of laundry. They’re not always ones you recognize.
- You call everyone in the family “You” or the baby’s name. Sex doesn’t matter.
- Sex doesn’t matter.
- While you’ve worn the same pair of pants for days, the baby ends up ‘wearing’ whatever looks passable by bedtime.
- Dinner is now served to the hit song “It’s My Evening and I’ll Cry if I Want To.”
- Holding the baby becomes both a reward and a threat.
- Everyone’s voice has become higher-pitched, and their words end with “ootchie.”
- No one seems to mind any of this
©2020 Chelsea Owens
Photo Credit: Filip Mroz
“Before becoming a parent, I didn’t know I could ruin someone’s life by asking them to put pants on.”
“I just had to apologize to a toy alligator and kiss a racecar goodnight. Parenthood is weirder than I thought it’d be.”
Thank you, Pinterest.