One of the strangest things for me about being a SAHM is who else is around and about during daylight hours. When I was working, of course, most of the other people I would see coming and going were in the same boat as me – commuting to downtown, grabbing a bite on a lunch break, rushing to get home at 5 pm.
But now that I’m home during the day, I’m meeting new people who I never would have been privvy too on my old work schedule. The UPS dude. The mailwoman.
The hockey player.
See, my across-the-alley-neighbor happens to be a famous hockey player. A famous, very good looking hockey player who I have a raging mild crush on. (I know, he’s total jail bait.)Â
I had heard the rumor about a year ago from a woman building a home across the way from me.
Yeah, we sold that lot to someone who plays on the Chicago Blackhawks.
I totally tried to play it cool, but inside I was burning. I love men who play the sport of hockey. I imagined our friendship blossoming. He’d teach my son to skate and we’d drink Bud Lights on our porch as the sun set. He’d go off to play a game, and I’d go home and make dinner.  Our relationship would grow out of our passing each others’ garages on a daily basis.  He’d talk about me to his friends:
Did you see that hot MILF across the way? Her son is way cute too.
He’d continue to wave at me from his very manly, hunky SUV and we’d maintain our casual flirtation until he got traded and moved to Buffalo or something.
But then reality hits me. As in yesterday when he pulls up to my garage as I’m backing in and we chat. I offer up what I did this weekend:
Yeah, just got back from Grand Rapids visiting a friend and her new baby.
It hits me that my exciting weekend of visiting a friend and her daughter doesn’t quite stack up to pounding a six-pack and getting some ice time. Of course, I’m totally oblivious to the cute brunette he’s got in the front seat.  I’m forgetting that I’m dressed in sweats (it doesn’t matter if they’re Lululemon) with ratty, greasy hair and bagel crumbs on me from head to toe lugging a 30-pounder on my hip. Â
It’s time to close my garage door. Unless I have some lipstick on.
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LOL!!
Sounds like we need a CMB night out at the UC. Not like anyone else is there, right?
Enjoyed your post today — ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little fantasy! Been so long since I’ve stumbled across a crush-worthy guy (other than DH). While you seem to find a host of interesting new people in your SAHM life, I find no such thing in mine (well, at least not any in between elementary school age and the AARP set!). Among the things I miss most about my career days is the camaraderie with male colleagues/friends. Guess I’ll need to re-visit my old Lincoln Park neighborhood more often. Guess I also need to brush up on my blog acronyms…took me a few minutes to figure out MILF!
If you want a little laugh: Yesterday I met the new boyfriend of my MUCH YOUNGER sister (as in, I’m a couple years older than this boy’s mama). Cute guy. One of my more embarassing moments in very recent memory though. My 2YO daughter tells my sister, her boyfriend and several others that she’s doing a good job using the potty. 2YO says “I’m gonna get to wear big girl underwear soon. My mommy doesn’t wear any underwear though!”. Dead silence in the room. Amused my sister and her friends to no end. BTW, 2YO comment is totally untrue!
♥ ♥Hmmmm, I might need to start watching some hockey….
Dude, this is so me. Even though I have to get dressed up to leave the house during the week, inevitably I will run into my semi-famous hottie/ex-friend/cute ex-co-worker/etc… on the weekend when I’ve worn my pajamas to the grocery store.