Please make me leave my house
I have been struggling with a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad week. Y’all don’t want to hear me whine but believe me, seeing my daughter’s spleen was probably the highlight. I just want to crawl back into my fluffy, cocoon-like bed and eat my giant sugar-filled chocolate chip cookie. Or half a cookie.
HEY, WHO ATE MY COOKIE?
The thing is, tonight is my very first night with a women’s book club. I don’t do things like book clubs, although I love reading and discussing books. In fact, I don’t do a lot of the things that other yuppie suburban women do. This is a first for me. And I really, really just want to crawl back into bed.
I have been talking firmly to myself. I say, self, you know I have a strong need for more female friendship. I really love the book we’re discussing, “The Time Traveler’s Wife”, by Audrey Niffenegger. I know about half the women in the group and already like them. I have already picked out an outfit that is neither too dressed up nor consisting mostly of athletic shoes and terrycloth. I will wear makeup.
Still, I don’t want to be social today. I sometimes have a hard time with estrogen-related activities; after one saccharine-sweet baby shower I had to go home and have a scotch on the rocks as an antidote. And most of these friends are in the same life stage as a lot of my blogging buddies: they have cute little kids who say the darndest things and are exasperating and kind of cuddly all at the same time. I am at the velociraptor stage of motherhood. They seem harmless but then there’s the screaming, and the running, and the bloodshed, and the horror…and I may just scream out RUN! Run for your LIFE! Don’t you know what those cute little things will BECOME??!
Thanks for slapping me. I’m better now.
So OK, I know I need to take a shower and get out of my house and stop brooding over my stressors. Could one of you come over and lock me in the bathroom till I’m presentable and then drive me over to my new friends house? I’m sure I’ll have a good time.
Published by angelawd on November 30th, 2007 tagged Just Act Normal
November 30th, 2007 at 7:48 pm
Book club is something I was so skeptical about before I actually went. And it has been a lifeline. Because at book club, we really TALK. Not just small talk, not just hey, how are you, but TALK. Talk about THINGS and IDEAS. It’s wonderful.
Maybe I am just lucky to have found the group of women I found, but honestly, there has been no better source of friendship and kinship for me. Even when we don’t AGREE about the book, we have learned so much about each other through the books. So I hope you went.
I get all nervous/tense/stressed before some group activities, but I always end up glad that I went.
Velociraptor stage - LOL!
December 1st, 2007 at 9:52 am
Oh, I wish I could go with you! I loved that book! I want to see it in a movie - although Hollywood would probably ruin it.
December 3rd, 2007 at 5:41 pm
I hate book clubs. I never read the book and spend all night making stuff up. I hate baby showers - too cute and too precious. Now, what’s this about your daughter’s spleen?
Ahna @ iguana banana
December 3rd, 2007 at 6:51 pm
LOL, I so enjoyed this post! I feel the same way sometimes–in fact just today at the homeschooler’s Christmas party, I’m thinking…where are the older kids? Don’t homeschool children grow up too? Where? I haven’t purchased a candy cane embroidered jumper for my daughter in 13 years! xo
December 4th, 2007 at 12:30 pm
Kathleen - you really would have enjoyed the book club. We did get a little raunchy in talking through some of the scenes. There sure was a lot of sex in that book.
Ahna, I am totally with you on the cute and precious. That’s not really me at all. I’d rather go play pool with the guys. However, I did have fun. I’ve emailed you details about LO’s spleen - fun reading, I’m sure! Thanks for asking about her.
Stacey, candy cane jumper, how funny! Ah, I miss those days. Maybe I do like a little cuteness after all.
December 5th, 2007 at 9:37 am
Hello, I stumbled upon your blog while searching for other moms who may be. . .”struggling” with teenagers.
I loved this post! I am soooooo tired of moms who only want to talk about cute young children . . . with no knowledge of the beast who lurks within! I too am always tempted to tell them the truth. I am so with you on the baby shower thing too, yucko.
So glad to hear I am not alone in the parenting world or alone in having trouble finding friends who are “real.”
December 5th, 2007 at 11:41 am
Velociraptor - that’s good. I like it.