Detecting

Oldest is going to a birthday party for a friend from school in a couple of weeks. The mother of this child is in a band. Like, that's what she does for a living. To me this is fascinating, and fills me with awe. Me, who gets out with my girlfriends like twice a year. After playing with kids and chasing kids and breaking up kid fights and screaming my head off all day, the thought of going out should be more appealing, but it's usually fraught with anxiety and overwhelm. How will I find time to get ready? What about my hair? What will I wear? I still don't have any damn decent pants!

So the idea of not just going out but going out nearly every weekend, and then getting up on a stage and singing! Wow! The mother has not only the kindergarten boy but another one around Surprise's age, and she's younger than me but not super young, like probably in her thirties. Amazing!

Of course, I can't ask her how she pulls off this awesome feat because I found out about the band by Googling her. Yes, this is a bad habit of mine. I Google everyone. Once I have your name, you'll probably be Googled, maybe even Inteliused and Google mapped, in satellite mode. Is this weird? This is probably weird. At least Hubby thinks so and has let me know this, in a very subtle way, when I shared some of my Google detective work in the past.

"Really, honey, that's just creepy! You're weird! Why do you snoop around like that? You're nosy and weird!"

"It's not NOSY. It's curiosity! I just like to find out more about people. How much younger are they? How many square feet do they have?"

"So you're weird and nosy and SHALLOW!" says Hubby.

Whatever. I still say I'm just fulfilling my childhood fantasies of being a detective, Charlie's Angels style. Only without a snazzy jumpsuit or a cool gun or feathery hair, but in sweats in front of my computer.