Here’s My Card…

July 25, 2011

in Blame The Sudafed, How to be a Housewife, Mommy-ville Detour

I am a social creature.  Obviously – I have a blog.  You can’t have a blog and not be a narcissist social creature.  Or at least an exhibitionist.  And while I may, some day, inadvertently flash someone while breastfeeding, I can guarantee that I will never, deliberately, publicly remove an article of clothing not regularly sold in the “Outerwear” section of JCPenny’s.  So I think it’s safe to say that I’m just a social creature.

I am not, however, a socially brave creature.  My friend, Mo, is a socially brave creature.  Mo can walk into a room full of complete strangers and, within 5 minutes, have not only gotten herself invited to sit at the cool kids table, but also managed to make those stuck sitting with the lunch ladies ready to lay down and die for her.  Or at least give up their jello cups.

I, on the other hand, am usually the one still standing just inside the door, watching.  Not in a creepy, you’re-going-to-find-me-outside-your-window-one-night kind of way (I hope), but in more of an assessing-the-situation-down-to-the-last-crumb-before-I-make-my-move kind of way.

Which isn’t a bad thing.

Unless you want to make friends anytime within this decade.

The last time the Big Man and I uprooted ourselves and moved to a new town?  It took us a full year to even Start to make friends.  And that was with the people he worked with on a daily basis.  It took me a full 2.5years to actually make any friends of my own.  Which wouldn’t have been that bad…except we were only there for 3 years.

And now we’ve moved again.

But!!!  This time?  We have an Ace up our sleeves.  Or two actually.  Two incredibly, ridiculously cute kids.  Kids whom it is impossible to see and not want to talk to.  And pinch their cheeks.  Or so I’ve been told.

And it is because of those two kids, that the Big Man and I resolved that for this move, we are going to practice being socially brave.  After all, we’re only here for a year.  So if we aren’t socially brave?  We’re Never going to make it past that door, let alone get us some jello cups.

That, and the Little Man has started to adopt my “sit back and stare” methodology.  Except he doesn’t smile while he does it.  Which, eventually, is going to get to be a bit creepy.  At least if he ever stops looking so darn cute while he does it.

So to avoid today’s cabin fever and tomorrow’s future parent-teacher conferences, I took the kids out this past week.  Everywhere.  The park.  The library.  Storytime.  The kid’s museum.  Everywhere.  And we met people!  Lot’s and lots of people!  For about 30seconds at a time.

It usually went a little something like this:
“Ohh – he’s so cute!  How old is he?”
Thanks!  He’s 19months.”
“And how old is his…sister?”
She’s just 5weeks now.  How old is your little guy?
“He’s 10months tomorrow.  How is it having them so close together.”
It’s …oh crap, where did he go…LITTLE MAN!

At which point I gracefully exited the conversation with a flying leap towards the nearest set of stairs, the Little Miss clinging desperately to her carrier as my head swiveled in my best imitation of the Great Horned Owl, trying to ascertain which doggy the Little Man had sprinted after in the 2 seconds I had looked away to make eye contact with my new best friend.

Needless to say, there have not been any follow-up play dates.

At least not yet.

But there will be!

Because I? AM BRILLIANT.

Who needs to have an entire conversation with someone all at once?  If Facebook has taught us nothing else, it has quite clearly shown that you can take an entire day to intimately discuss the pros and cons of NKOTBSB’s newest single.  So really – all I need to do is leave them a message as I dash by.

A real life TTYL, if you will….



And yes. YES.  I did actually order these.  

{ 1 comment }

Lissa July 25, 2011 at 8:13 am

That's a novel way to keep in touch. I like it.

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