A journalist observes life in the far north.
Plus Jade wants equal treatment so I am having to rock her in my lap and love on her a few times a day so she doesn’t feel left out.
I have yet to venture out on my own with both kids, and truth be told the idea terrifies me. We took a family trip to the market on Sunday and I wound up sitting on a pallet of SpaghettiOs at Sam’s Club to nurse Slate while Jade proceeded to take off her shoes and socks. Their father had wandered off, deciding he had a pressing need to go find Ziploc bags.
The men who walked by didn’t seem to care but one woman made known her disapproval and I actually considered punching her with my boy on my breast. I must still be hormonal. I shouldn’t blame her. I wasn’t as discreet as I could have been. I was tired and keen on keeping my boy quiet and happy.
Still, I don’t understand why a bare boob is so offensive. I mean, who cares? Boobs don’t belong in the same league as crotches. They should be treated the same as a bare elbow or shoulder.