She has some friends in her class that actually make their moms call me to arrange play time together...(How cool?)
I've been having an okay time with it. I'm not the social butterfly you all think I am...I have a hard time being comfortable at first. But the few moms I have met so far have all been pretty nice.
We've chatted, shared stuff, the kids have played nicely together...Dare I say, it's been quite pleasant?
I hate having to make sure my house is neat though. It's very difficult to hide the piles of laundry. Especially when the play room is right next door to the laundry room...You know?
And I have a huge headache after the playdate is over. I need serious Excedrin after most of them. Why is that? Why am I so anxious about all this?
Anyway, yesterday we had another playdate with a boy in her class...I'll call him Bo. We went to their
The point here is...I enjoyed myself. Fa had a blast. And this mom isn't
I am happy.
I'm proud of us, Fa and me. We are branching out. And enjoying it. We are taking steps together to make new friends...It's nice.
And honestly, I still can't believe I'm doing this...