Crazy lady.

One of the most difficult things about being a mom is regaining your social life once it's stripped away from you. Pre-baby, for some reason all of us mom's thought we were busy. We had no concept of what "busy" meant until our little bundle popped out. It seems like life was put on hold.

It seems that for most women, this stoppage in life lasts for about the first year. After a year has past, our taste buds start to salivate for adult interactions once more. Some people are excellent at regaining their once previous lives. Others have a more difficult time with it. I try to not use my "mom of multiples" status as a crutch but inevitably I use it when it comes to getting out.

I'm tired. I barely have enough energy to make it through a normal scheduled day, let alone a normal day plus adult social life. When the kids go to bed at 7:30, all I want to do is lay down or collapse on the nearest soft object possible.

On the rare occasion that I do force myself to go out after dark, I find myself totally and completely wiped the next day. It's like having a major hangover after an intense workout...and then chasing and wrestling thrashing children all day. A few times I've even cursed my escape and told myself it's not worth the misery I feel the next day.

Daytime adult interaction is easier to come by but I have a small problem. Almost NONE of my friends are stay at home moms. The ones who are, are more like women I know rather than "friends". Yes, I should go make new friends but you always run into mass hysteria trying to coordinate plans around nap schedules, doctors appointments, mother's day out and grocery shopping trips.

So, what is this long rambling discussion about? It's about how I'm an idiot in need of more adult interaction.

I was coming out of Central Market with a million things running through my head. Lists were piling on top of lists. I got to my car, loaded up the back with the bags and heard two people approaching. It was a man and a woman on their way into the store for their late afternoon foodie adventure. The man looked at me and said, "Are you finished?"

I replied back to him that indeed I was not finished because "now I had to go to Krogers to go get more groceries because Central Market doesn't carry normal things like bisquick and then I had to head to Lowe's to pick up more lightbulbs for my living room, after that I have to go to Target to get some Easter gifts for my kids."

He and his wife looked blankly at me and he said, "um...I meant, are you finished with that basket?" as he sheepishly pointed to my grocery cart.

I look at them both as they stared into the eyes of a crazy woman and said, yes, I'm finished, ....sorry, here you go....sorry. I pushed my basket towards them and got into my car as quickly as I could.

Then, I burst out laughing at myself. What a dumbass I sounded like...of course they were asking about the basket, why would two strangers want to know if my shopping list was finished for the day. Facepalm.

Mom needs more people to talk to...that don't answer in one word statements.