Sep 01, 2009 22:14
Darcy is an outgoing kid, or at least way more outgoing than me (which is not that hard to accomplish). I know she needs and enjoys more frequent interaction with kids her age on a regular basis. So, I feel this great pressure to join a playgroup. The stupid thing is that I'm not worried about her adjusting. I'm worried about me.
Social interactions (especially new ones) completely stress me out, and I'm not talking about little butterflies in my stomach. It's been a while since I've experienced this, but during my clubbing days/early 20's, I used to start getting ready to go to the club and I'd just freeze up. I'd literally just sit in my bedroom in an almost-ready state, sometimes for as long as an hour just staring at my computer screen or doing nothing. During those times, I wouldn't even be capable of standing up and opening my bedroom door. I remember a few times when Stanton would call me, wondering where I was, and I just couldn't get myself to move. Even if I was going to a familiar place with familiar people, I'd start shivering violently while looking for parking. Let's not even talk about the time when the hot rivetboi I'd been lusting after forever came up to me, told me I danced well, and all I could say was, "Thanks." I couldn't even get, "Hi my name is..." out of my mouth.
Anyway, I recently joined the San Carlos/Belmont Mothers' Club so I cold get more info on preschools in the area and so I could look into playgroups. Just reading the open playgroup list is making me feel anxious / totally freaked out. Is this screwed up or what? Is it unreasonable for me to worry that she'll end up like me if I don't get her around kids more often? I feel like a loser today. Blah.