Happy Wednesday, pals!
The Sadder But Wiser Girl, Sarah, was kind enough to offer up a guest post so I can dedicate my day to the Mt. Everest of laundry that has accumulated in every corner of my house. I’ll be back tomorrow, but until then, show Sarah some love!
Who are these people? They shall remain nameless (except me, I’m the one wearing the really cool sweater) but one thing I can say for sure is that they are family…
Many moons ago, before I had children, I had friends and family. I mean, I still have friends and family, I just rarely see them. This is too bad, because we’re quite interesting.
I was inspired to write this thinking of a time when my husband and I were newlyweds. Several of my female relatives and I gathered at my parent’s house when we were down visiting. We hung out and talked and laughed and had a generally great time.
Apparently this made an impression on my husband. He just couldn’t believe what he overheard as he sat in the next room with my dad. Later on as we drove home, he remarked that “There was all of this constant jabbering, and then it was like you all paused to take a breath and there was this huge whoooosh! And then the jabbering just kept going.”
I miss that.
We moved a couple of hours away from our friends and family when we got married. There were opportunities where we lived that we couldn’t get otherwise back home. Like Engineering school. And steady work.
As it is, I’m not what one would refer to as a social person. A nice way to describe me would be “socially awkward”. A more likely description would be “just plain weird”. I have a touch of social anxiety. I like people, I’m just not very good at connecting with them. I’m not good at small talk. I’m not good at, well, talking about anything that so-called “normal” people would talk about.
We’ve lived in this area going on 14 years now. Seven in the town we are currently in. In those years I have really not found people that I can connect with. I have a few friends here and there, but no one that I can relate to quite like the aforementioned people.
I haven’t read “50 Shades of Grey” or “Twilight” nor do I want to. I don’t get manicures and pedicures and blowouts every week. This seems to be what the so-called normal people around here seem to talk about. Maybe it’s me. Oh yeah, it IS me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, I love the fact that I can say something and he gets it and know right what I’m referring to. But lately he comes home from work every day and has so much to say. He tells me about how he solved problems and ended the world’s agricultural sprayer crisis and is having a litter built so that he can be carried around the plant like the Engineering king that he is… I feel like all I have to say is “Um, um, SuperGrover didn’t save the world again today. Caillou is still bald. My daughter pooped her pants 46 times today.” So I made that last one up, no one poops their pants THAT much, though it seems like it sometimes…
I miss having things to talk about and people to talk about them with. I miss the days when I could sit and have conversations with similarly weird people besides my husband (though believe me, we have some CLASSIC conversations). And have conversations about anything and everything at lightning speed including but not limited to things like the time when my friend thought she lost her mucus plug in the couch. Or when I accidentally tried to steal someone else’s child at Scheels. Or when my car literally fell apart in the parking lot at ISU. Yes, literally. You can’t make this stuff up!
Enter the internet. I’ve been slow to embrace all that is has to offer, but I’ve been glad that I have finally seized some of the opportunity. Since I’m not hampered by a mouth that either can’t form the right words or the brain that moves much faster than my mouth ever could around “normal” people, I can be me and it actually makes me sound kind of cool. This is because I can go back and write and then edit and rewrite everything before the rest of the world lays eyes on it. And it looks like I even know what I’m talking about, and maybe even sound like a semi-sane individual.
This makes me glad that I started blogging. So I could find friends like Stephanie who overshare and write posts about the toileting habits of husbands. Where I can write posts about peeing my pants at Wal-Mart and have it be my most popular of all time and no one bats an eyelash. Where I can connect with other people with ADD and children who are a little “off”. A place where people compliment me on what I do and cheer me on. Yes, I feel right at home here in the blogging world. Where I’m free to be weird and free to be me. It’s ok, they know me here.
I still miss hanging out with my similarly wired peeps in person on a regular basis, but I’m glad blogging came along so I don’t go totally crazy in between visits.
Sarah Almond roams the earth in search of dark chocolate and caffeinated beverages, but can also be found tap tap tapping at her keyboard writing the wildly unpopular blog The Sadder But Wiser Girl. Read all about her adventures in motherhood and ADD at http://sadderbutwiser.wordpress.com