Today I’m packing up the family transport and heading home for the holiday weekend. Well, most of it anyway. It’s nice that my parents still live close to where my entire life was before we had to move up to the outskirts of Radiator Springs. It means I can go back and not only see them, but also see friends. Yes, I have real life friends too, and I miss them!
Tonight I get to go to my book club! So what that I haven’t read the book? That is soooo not the point. Then Friday I’m going to lunch with a group of friends, and then going to a fund raising dinner to help the girls I used to teach at church raise money for camp (and see more friends!), and then after that dinner we are going out to dinner (okay, maybe I’ll just order dessert) with yet more friends! My friend who took over the book club when we moved sent out a reminder email to everyone today and even said something about the added bonus, or special treat, or however she worded it, of ME coming down and attending this month.
I feel like the homecoming queen or something. Not that I actually know what it feels like to be homecoming queen. Or prom queen. I also have no idea what it feels like to be voted “most likely to . . .” anything. I also don’t know what it feels like to have every page of the yearbook plastered with my picture. Ahhh . . . high school . . . who wants to go back? Show of hands?
Yes, well, you three in the back with the mullet hair, acid washed jeans and extremities waving wildly in the air are excused from this blog. Go have a beer and listen to some Quiet Riot while the rest of us get on with our lives.
And so I realize I’m trying to pack a week’s worth (okay, two — this is me after all) of socializing into just a couple of days because: a). I haven’t seen these people in a month, and b). I haven’t done any real socializing in a month.
For the most part I’ve been too busy with the new baby and the new house and the other four children to have time to miss social interactions, but there have been days . . . days when I just needed to get out for a while . . . days when I’d find myself driving down a country road fighting back the tears, and muttering a few mild profanities because no on should have to drive that far just to go somewhere, especially when that somewhere is only a Wal Mart (because there is nothing else). Would it kill Barnes and Noble to open a store somewhere within the tri-county area? Would it?
I actually like alone time, all by myself. I’ve always needed it. Always. But mom’s night out alone at Wal Mart is just sad, and don’t even try to tell me it isn’t, because it is. So this weekend I will see friends and be happy and avoid all Wal Marts at all costs. Then, when the weekend is over and I come back to my new little town, I will call the lady who runs the town book club to see about joining, and I will attempt to throw myself into my new job at church so I can get to know people there better. If the weather ever warms up (Al Gore is a weenie) we will start inviting people over for cookouts.
I need to get on with my life.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.