Not really. . .at least not me. I was just reminiscing about how I used to call my good friend that when she had her first baby and the rest of us girls in that circle were single, baby free, and stressed at work. We envied her (when we weren’t out partying) because she got to stay home. I remember her going through a bit of a rough time because she felt bound to the house, bored, and desperate for adult interaction. Of course, I couldn’t relate to her back then – but now it all makes sense.
It’s not that I’m not busy, because there’s always something to do around the house. But sometimes, it’s being in the house that can be the problem. So the simple solution would seem to be to get out of the house, right? Yeah well…where to? It’s not like an infant can enjoy all of the things or places that older kids can like the park, a museum, or a book store (for long periods, anyway). So what are my options?
I’m definitely not the “mom group” type. Nothing sounds more boring to me than sitting around with a whole bunch of strangers talking about babies, husbands, and the like all day. I’m not interested in what percentile your kid is in or that he rolled over, cut a tooth, pooped in the toilet, or anything else that other people’s kids do. I just don’t care unless you’re my friend. Meville, remember? Now if I got the chance to hang around my slutty group of girlfriends that I left back in Fl, that’d be a different story. Who knows what delectable tidbits of gossip might be exchanged at such a meeting. So that’s out.
I’ve been out shopping many times. Just ask Mr Favorite . . . he’s well acquainted with the bank statements that prove it. The problem with shopping is that I tend to spend money no matter how many times I have the inner “don’t spend money” talk with myself. This is something that I’ve struggled with since I began working at 15 and had my own money (I should add that to my list). The only way to control myself is not to go. Shopping out. On a side note – something funny that I’ve noticed while out, is all of the other girls with new babies that are doing the same thing I am . . . wandering aimlessly around Target or the mall just to be out of the house. You’d think that we might start up a conversation seeing as how we’re similar ages and in similar positions. But instead we just ignore each other, smile at best. I’m thinking it’s because we’re too busy checking each other out to see who lost the baby weight and whose baby is cuter. Somehow Pea always wins . . .
Anyway, I’m not trying to complain. I definitely love spending time with Chick Pea and I’m extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to watch her grow each day. So maybe I should just shut up and be a stay at home slut.
