Long time, no blog. Sorry. It’s no fault but my own. I’ve been thinking about this topic for awhile now and it’s time I just wrote about it. Maybe I’ll feel better. Maybe I’ll feel worse. Maybe nothing will change.
We will see.
Being a mom is very lonely. Isolating if you will. Don’t interpret that to mean that I don’t LOVE being a mom. B has taught me love like to other and I enjoy every single second that we have together. Every breath….every giggle….every burp and fart. I love it all.
I’m still me. Ok, yeah I might forget an appointment, show up with dried spit up on my shoulder, have black circles under my eyes, put my shirt on inside out and my hair resembling a rats nest but I’m still the wacky, fun-loving, perverted me that everyone has grown to love. So why is my Facebook wall full of friends out having a great time at dinner or having drinks while I sit at home? I’m come to conclude that they “assume” I would say I can’t go. Having come to that conclusion makes me feel a little better. It would be nice to still get an invite every once in awhile and let me decide if I can go or not.
So that got me down and I’m still picking myself up. I stood up and said, “Fuck it”. Yeah, “Fuck it”. (Sorry Mamma. I’ll grab a bar of soap later) I’m just going to plan these outings myself. I might not throw a kegger and order a shot ice luge, but I’ll still find a way to make it fun.
I don’t really miss hangovers anyway.