Year's end
Wow, we're nearly there. The end of the year my life really did change for good. And I don't regret a thing about that change.
Sure, it's Saturday night and I'm not out (though I was at my office party last night) and everything takes more time and planning, but I don't feel I'm missing anything, to be honest. I suppose in some ways I've been letting go socialising as much with friends gradually over the last year or two, knowing that things were heading babywards, so I've eased myself into having a quieter social life gradually.
I'm still frustrated by my difficulties in making 'mum friends' - I've met some people I felt I clicked with, but I didn't know where to go from there. It just seems a bit weird to me to just ask someone you just met to meet up somewhere else - it's way harder than trying to ask a bloke out IMO! I'm not sure how I'm going to connect with nursery mums next year, especially as I suppose we'll all be wanting to dash straight to work or home. I presume it'll be down to just inviting fellow babies to Ez's birthday and stuff like that. I'm not too much under scrutiny at the moment, but after a while, my mother-in-law is going to start questioning me about whether I've made friends (specifically what she would call 'nice friends')and worrying if I don't and then bugging me about it all the time. I feel a bit intimidated about the thought that I'm sort of responsible for making friends on Ez's behalf while she's little.
Oh well, cross that bridge when we come to it.
G's spent much of today yelling and swearing in the basement, but the upshot is that he's got a few shelves up in there so we can actually store some things in an organised manner, which is pretty impressive given the mass of cardboard and wood that was there. We also have a new wardrobe built in Ez's room which I am mega pleased with and so justifies the faff and expense of extending that room - we've now truly made a good second bedroom in the flat, rather than it just being a box.
Sure, it's Saturday night and I'm not out (though I was at my office party last night) and everything takes more time and planning, but I don't feel I'm missing anything, to be honest. I suppose in some ways I've been letting go socialising as much with friends gradually over the last year or two, knowing that things were heading babywards, so I've eased myself into having a quieter social life gradually.
I'm still frustrated by my difficulties in making 'mum friends' - I've met some people I felt I clicked with, but I didn't know where to go from there. It just seems a bit weird to me to just ask someone you just met to meet up somewhere else - it's way harder than trying to ask a bloke out IMO! I'm not sure how I'm going to connect with nursery mums next year, especially as I suppose we'll all be wanting to dash straight to work or home. I presume it'll be down to just inviting fellow babies to Ez's birthday and stuff like that. I'm not too much under scrutiny at the moment, but after a while, my mother-in-law is going to start questioning me about whether I've made friends (specifically what she would call 'nice friends')and worrying if I don't and then bugging me about it all the time. I feel a bit intimidated about the thought that I'm sort of responsible for making friends on Ez's behalf while she's little.
Oh well, cross that bridge when we come to it.
G's spent much of today yelling and swearing in the basement, but the upshot is that he's got a few shelves up in there so we can actually store some things in an organised manner, which is pretty impressive given the mass of cardboard and wood that was there. We also have a new wardrobe built in Ez's room which I am mega pleased with and so justifies the faff and expense of extending that room - we've now truly made a good second bedroom in the flat, rather than it just being a box.