The other day, J-Money (bff) and I had a day out and about for birthday. Treat Yo Self 2012. Based off this clip from Parks and Rec:
And because J-Money and I are both ridiculous, we spent all week texting each other ridiculous things we would splurge on. Like this:
I had explicit instructions from the Nerd to NOT, under any circumstances, come home with things for the girls. I’m that mom: the one wearing socks full of holes because Goo just had a growth spurt and needs new leggings. But on TYS 2012, I splurged on discount make-up, practical shirts, and a pair of TOMS off the clearance rack (squee!). Can we talk about how I excited I was? In case you aren’t familiar, TOMS is a shoe company with a One for One pledge: for every pair of shoes purchased, they will ship a pair of shoes to an underprivileged nation. J-Money does mission trips to the Dominican Republic and said that she saw tons of little Dominican feet running around in their TOMS. Which means that when I treated myself, I also treated a child living in poverty to a brand new pair of shoes! Best thing ever!
I digress. After Treat Yo Self 2012, we had a girls’ night in at a friend’s house with some fabulous ladies. It was so. dang. fun. This is when I realized that I am without question an extrovert, and that being a stay at home mom (SAHM) may or may not be seriously cramping my social style.
An extrovert is someone who is energized by being around other people. I am most definitely an extrovert because I was insanely hyper, loquacious, and obnoxious all night I get super excited to be around people my age. I did. not. shut. up. all night. And here’s the kicker:
I have nothing to talk about except my children. Favorite movie: the Notebook? Haven’t seen it. John Mayer – love his voice? No clue who he is or what he sings. I can, however, tell you how Goo is going to rule the world and I had to punish Punkin by taking reading away. I can talk about how Smush won’t potty train and Goo hates dinner time and how I’m slowly losing a piece of myself because I can’t converse 9 hours a day with anyone over the age of 4.
I came home and told the Nerd I felt like I owed them an apology. I was so excited to be around grown ups. Love my kids, they’re my world, but this SAHM thing is starting to cramp my style.
And then Smush woke up this morning and ran in with her pig tails bouncing and asking for brownies for breakfast in her cute little voice, and I remembered why it’s okay that I’m not cool anymore.
And to all the people who know me in real life, my apologies for verbally vomiting in social situations.
