In?
A couple of weeks ago I was feeling pretty down. Pretty typical, my feelings, for a stay-at-home mom. I was bored, lonely, and happy, all rolled into one. How do you explain that? Well, simple. Life is joyous with dd. I love being her mom, and I love having a schedule that can be rewritten whenever I feel like it (for the most part). I don't, however, like having so little contact with other adults. I mean I see and spend time with adults all the time, but I don't seem to have much CONTACT with them. I wonder about myself. I used to be so outgoing. I had friends up the wazoo. I was the social coordinator! What happened to me? Is it me? Is it my age? My circumstance? I don't know. I do know I desparately want some people to want to hang out with me, in my circumstance. (I have a work ?friend? who completely changed after I had dd - we used to get together a lot, now it's like once a month, and it took a while to get up to that. She never asks about dd, and in the past when I've brought dd with me to visit work, she wouldn't even look at her!) Anyhow...
What I decided to do to counter my blues was to make us BUSY. Last week I took us to a library program on Monday, a Children's Museum on Tuesday, a MOMS Club playdate on Wednesday, offered to host a playdate on Thursday (the person cancelled at the last minute) and Waldorf parent/child program on Friday. Phew! But! I started to feel better. I headed into this week with the same plan. We again went to the library program yesterday, and today we went to the Children's Museum program. WELL...
While we were there, a woman approached me and asked me if I live in (the neighborhood I live in). I said yes, and she introduced herself and the woman she was there with, and said that they both live in the same neighborhood. We chatted a little, and we ended up exchanging contact info. I went home feeling good, but also skeptical. I have tried to connect with people before (not neighborhood people but others) and I get my hopes up only to have it come to nothing. I sent a friendly, brief email to the two women saying that I was glad to have met them, and that maybe they'd like to come for a playdate sometime, etc. I received an email from each of them very quickly afterwards, and the one who originally approached me told me they get together with a bunch of women from the neighborhood, do activities with the kids, and do moms nights out every month! The woman told me there is one scheduled for next week, and invited me to come. She told the host of the evening she had met me, and that person extended an invitation as well.
I completely feel the need to dampen down my tendency to get very psyched about this kind of thing. I really want to make friends, but don't want my expectations to exceed the possibilities here. But it would be so nice to know some people in the 'hood, and for Erin to meet some of the kids she'll be growing up with. So basically, too late, my hopes are up. Dammit.
Now I just have to get the nerve up to go to the gathering next week. Hey, it's something to focus on and stress about other than my stupid thyroid.
It's the one thing I always say is the one drawback to living here. I can't seem to make good friends.
Well, I'll update on this at some point...
