Classes, classes, classes…
There was this woman in my playgroup who I became friendly with and if there’s a Mommy Police, she’s got to be at least a lieutenant. Anyway, she was always harping on me because I didn’t have my son signed up for any classes, (we were broke and I was spending money on babysitting so I could work). She was one of those mothers who had her 18 month old son in five classes a week!
So she used to email me links to different classes that I should sign Max up for and then one day in the playground she came over to me (in her mind it was like an intervention) while we were at the slide and demanded to know why we weren’t in Gymboree. And I finally got so mad I said, “It’s $275 and that’s the same price as the Versace sunglasses I want, and I weighed the choices and the sunglasses won!” She hasn’t bothered me since.
