I like it. I have actually done exactly that, when her children have said hello to me across the street. I always call back a happy hello, to them--the poor things.
I went into that sitch Wed afternoon already feeling very down--I am sure that it played into my response. I should have struck up my own funny story with the other mom I was standing with. I guess my pressure-cooker had to blow at some point.
You know what? I think it may have been the thing that pushed me into acceptance. I can't tell you how much better I feel tonight, even though I am home alone. Even the in-laws are away for the weekend. I spoke with my cousin (Brooklyn might be on my agenda for tomorrow), then heated up some dinner. I'm watching the Yankees play and feeling ok. No inner turmoil.
