Let's see a movie...

I met two girlfriends at the park. One is married, one is dating, and neither one has kids. They show up in their Louis Vuitton totes and perfectly manicured fingers and toes, and hair that is so straight it's ridiculous. I look down at my shirt, Jam wiped his hands on my back, and I've got Mudd's baby puke on my shoulder. And I was just thinking that this was a good day. Jam is running around on the bridge and Mudd is in the Baby Bjorn. My friends coo over the kids, but they are both having a pretty bad time of it all. Jam missed his nap, and Mudd was up most of the night so they were not in perfect form. My patience level was waning...I knew that I should have rescheduled. Jam starts to dangle from the monkey bars, and I catch him and cushion Mudd (who is buried in my chest and crying on the top of his lungs). I know that the girls are thinking "Yikes. Certainly glad I'm not in HER shoes." So, they try to change the subject and make it less awkward for me, but I've got my hands so full I'm barely keeping up with the conversation. It seems that they are talking about what movie they are on their way to. And that's when the envy sets in. I've got to take these boys home, feed them, bathe them, introduce Mudd to Dr. Ferber so I can catch some much needed ZZ's, and shower myself, if possible. And they are talking about a movie...A MOVIE? I can't even remember the last movie that I saw. I don't even think that I know what's playing right now if I even wanted to chime into their conversation. So, I need to admit that I'm kind of feeling pretty jealous right now. No kids, a long movie, popcorn, a cocktail, perhaps. Or are they envious of me? Two kids...a park and some vomit. Probably not.