Day 2

Day 2 back at work. So far so good. I shouldn't complain, given that I only had to go in for 2 in the afternoon. I like the idea that I set my own schedule, but my biggest worry is that I won't have the self discipline to do my hours every week. I have to do 37.5 in a week, which isn't bad, but with everything else that is going on, I feel like I need to build some type of chart so that I can squeeze it all in! The smart thing would be to drop some of the stuff, but I am finally at the stage where I am starting to have some friends again (you know, the people that actually care if you are alive or dead, and actually call once in a while to see what's going on in your world), and as sad as it is, it has been a really, really long time since I've had any real friends, so the last thing I want to do is either give up our weekly outings, or the stuff that kinda comes up. Yes, the argument is there that if they really are friends, they understand about scheduling, and being busy, particularly since they all have kids the same age as the little darling, but it is still in the "new" stage, where you are just becoming friends, and you could just as easily been forgotten or whatever, and so I am still a little neurotic about it (can you tell? :) ). But my last friends weren't real friends, and my last group of real friends were years and years ago, and its gotten rather lonely only being the DH and me, with no one to vent to about the day to day stuff (DH tries, but he doesn't always get it). So this group that I met through the town's baby playgroup has played in no small part in helping me get through the insanity of the last year - through all the neurotic, nerve wracking, sleepless nights, the paranoia that you are *always* doing the *completely* WRONG thing for the little darling, and all the desperate lows and joyous highs. But the leap from baby group friends to friends is still a long one, although we seem to be heading more and more in that area. It helps that all of our DHs seem to get along quite well. So we tried to have a dinner party last Saturday, which we managed to pull together literally a few hours before. It was one of those typical pot luck kind of get togethers, the ones that old friends do where the point is to be together, and not what you are having, where everyone just grabs whatever they have in the fridge, and piles over to someones house for the evening. And even though we had the hindrance of the newness of our friendship, I haven't had such a good time in so long. We roared laughing throughout dinner, and ended up talking at the end of the driveway when we should have all been heading home for hours. And even though I only got about 3 hrs sleep that night, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Comments

[Beanie Baby]

Glad to hear things are going well. 37.5 hrs--that's not bad. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it and it's keeping you challenged adn interested.