I’m sure there are many blog posts out there on this. No matter. I’m just going to add my two-penny-‘orth to them.
In the last week or so I’ve got tired of being polite about a few things in life. One of them is the accepted convention that, if someone asks you ‘How are you?’, you smile politely and say ‘Fine.’ when in reality everything is falling apart.
So, here’s the deal. Some days being a Mommy to a child under five is a lonely, isolating and downright depressing place to be. Even if the child is a sunny, smiley one – which mine is not always. This gets exacerbated if, like me, Mommy is not a homebody. I cannot, and never have been able to, thrive on my own company. If I’m cooped up in the house by myself, sooner or later (but assuredly) I’m going to start climbing walls. I need other people (and not just a baby) around me. Not crowds, mind you, but one-to-one meetups with others.
And no, I don’t have the answers/solution to this. And yes, I do know that I’m not alone.