Frienemies

We all have at least one in our lives. That person who manages to both a friend and an enemy simultaneously. My frienemy is a co-worker who can be nice at times but incredibly irritating. Ever since Brandon was born, she has been talking about what a phenom her son Liam is. Liam is about 9 months older than Brandon. She's one of those parents who began bragging about their kid's APGAR score and hasn't stopped since. Liam began walking at 9 months, talking at 10 months (using 2 or more words in a sentence I might add) was potty trained in a week, etc. You know the type.

So now that I have finally found a great pre-school for Brandon, of course she has found a better one. Its about $20,00 per year which in my mind is outrageous. No way would my kid's preschool cost more than my mortgage! Liam will begin learning a French in their "French for Tots" class, and will have a 12th grade reading level and will be able to explain Einstein's theory of relativity by Christmas; it was very competive to get into the school but he is sooooooo brilliant it was a breeze; clearly he will have a leg up on his classmates by the time he attends Yale, blah, blah, blah.

I just spoke with my mom a few minutes ago about my co-worker's latest brag-fest. My mom always manages to keep my head on straight and keep me grounded. Mom says in her usual dead pan voice, "Ann, the bottom line is this. One plus one equals two. Whether you it at Harvard or West Bumblefuck U, it still equals two". Enough said. I love my mom.