Remember when I talked about how getting out of my comfort zone and meeting new people, specifically new moms, terrified me? Well, I did it. And I’m so happy I did. Through that, I’ve actually made a friend. She and I have a lot in common and we like each other’s company, not just tolerating each other so the kids can play. Actually, I like both of the women I’ve been play dating with regularly, so I’m lucky in that way.
Last week, my new friend and I actually put on adult clothes and makeup and went downtown. Alone. With NO KIDS. AT NIGHT. I cannot even begin to express how badly I needed that night out. I’d already had a couple of ugly mini-meltdowns, but I could feel the big one a-coming. So when she suggested we go do something, I probably sounded a little too eager in my reply of “YES! YES!!! WHEN??? OMG!” My poker face needs some work.
We drank beer on the patio of a really cute little restaurant and brewery that’s on the river. Then we walked around and ended up at a wine bar, where we each ordered a flight of white wine. I’d never had a flight of anything, so this was new and exciting. About half-way through the final glass, I had to put it down. Maybe next time I try to be less eager and just have one glass. I don’t need to try them all (at once).
It’s also just nice to see Henry interact with other kids. I never really did that in Albuquerque because I didn’t really know any other kids his age and he was just a baby, anyway. So to see him play and interact (minimally, he’s still in parallel play mode for the most part) is really cool, and I’ve already seen changes is how he plays at home by himself. We’ve also been leaving the house more, mainly because if we’re home, Henry wants to watch Daniel Tiger non-stop (he actually stands in front of the TV and cries) and I have some standards as a parent. His favorite place is the park, so we go there A LOT. I mean, there are mornings where he has turned on the TV and stood there crying for DT, so I throw on pants and get the hell out of the house before I even eat breakfast. We get home around nap time, he passes out and I’ve successfully avoided TV for the morning. I do give him a couple episodes a day, so don’t go feeling sorry for him. Then there are days when I’m not feeling well or didn’t sleep the night before (thanks, anxiety!) and he gets more than a couple episodes. I let myself have those days without guilt because I’m human. I’m learning to go easy on myself just a touch.
It’s a steep learning curve, but I’ll get there.