the ladies who lunch...

spent the whole day at my dad's club...
and i mean whooooooooooooollllleeeeeee day...
from 11am to 10 pm...
11 hours, 660 minutes, 39600 seconds...
i've been to the club many times...
but this time...
i sunk to an all time low...
i think i've perfected the art and look of enjoying myself...

woke up at 9.30am just to find my mom digging through my underwear drawer...
trying to locate my non-existent swimming trunks...
i know my mom still buys my underwear and all for me but seriously...
digging in my closet and finding g strings and thongs from valentine's day...
THAT...is a whole new ball game...
and i literally mean BALLs...

being a guys club...
to feed the male's ego..
their come up with a sub-club...
the gentlement's ladies club...

there are 3 groups of ladies in the club...
first...
the family woman...
the woman who gave up her job to meet the needs of her family...
calls herself a housewife when she has maids doing all the housewifing for her...
these species of ladies are at the top of the food chain...

the second group of ladies are the working mother...
the woman who works to meet the needs of her family...
calls herself a superwoman, when they have their tutors and nannys raising their children...
these species of ladies are usually in the middle of the food chain...

the third group of ladies are the women who can't seem to fit in...
the woman who works hard and tries as hell to be a good mother...
calls herself a mother, because her instincts never let her down...
these species of ladies are at the bottom of the food chain because they couldn't care less about the food chain...
my mother belongs to this group of women...

the only reason why i even bother to drag my lazy arse out of bed on a sunday...
is because my dad's still off at work...
my bro's out to school...
so my mom has been in hypermom mood...
where she obsess over our daily routine and tries to make adjustment to it...
rearrange the house, fix stuffs, built stuffs, buy stuffs, throw away stuffs...
she already rearranged 3 different storerooms...
donated half of its contents...
cleaned out her wardrobe...
and no way was i gonna let her martha-steward my room...

brunch...
talk about husband's job...
swim...
talks about children's future...
tea...
talks about the next charity fundraiser...
squash...
talks about new hairstyle...
dinner...
talks about new scandal in the club...
drinks...
talks about how fun the day was...

that was all it took for my mom to realize how much she hates the ladies in the club...
guess we won't be going down there anytime soon...