I've always been social, but I've also always had a little bit of social anxiety. I don't know when it started, or why - but whenever a party or event would arise, I'd procrastinate until the very last second I had to get in the shower and get ready...most likely replaying how everything will (should) go at the event, and worrying I might not look okay, fit in, etc. And, more times than I can count - my over-analyzing and anxiety prevented me from actually going to whatever it was - a dinner, a date, a party, a night out, whatever.
Truthfully, I don't even know if that's social anxiety but I don't know what else to call it. I just know that I had to really fight it back, and everything had to fall into place...including every hair on my head...in order for me to feel 100% okay with putting myself out there. "I'm just not feeling it" was often my nonchalant excuse whenever questioned about my absence. How can anyone argue with that?Read More
Before I get into what I wanna get into, I have to say acronyms on parenting message boards (AKA "comedy hour" because I can't believe the questions people ask on them, and also that they are breeding) get a little hard to figure out. Like, BLW. That means "baby-led weaning."
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS.
Anyway, I don't call myself a stay-at-home mom, or SAHM. I actually don't like that term and I think it's because of the stigma around it. Now, I know being a SAHM is the hardest job in the world - but calling myself that makes me feel like I'm trying to actually call it a form of employment or give myself a professional title. I also work from home when I can...which lately has been around 10 pm. So, to me - I'm simply a mother. And yes, I know being a mom is not simple, but you know what I mean.
Being at home everyday has it's isolation. And thus, has led me to realize some FWPs, or first world problems. Like:
Why do people double click their car key fob twice, to make their car horn beep, when they're only parking in their garage or assigned parking space? If you only press it once, you can hear the locks go down. Hitting it twice annoys everyone who lives around you. And, it's a Toyota not a Lamborghini.Read More