If we were to meet for coffee, I’d apologize for the fact that I can’t stay up past 8:30pm these days, or I would have loved to meet you for happy hour instead.
I wouldn’t want to waste time talking about myself, really. I think it’s the counselor in me, but I’m always much more interested in listening to other people talk about themselves than listen to myself talk about…myself.
But most conversations aren’t one-sided, now, are they?
You’d ask me how life as a mom is going, and I’d tell you that it’s honestly the best thing I’ve ever done, which still shocks me, because I was terrified I’d be bad at it. I’d tell you that I’m constantly blindsided by the overwhelming amount of love I feel for this baby boy, and that truly, sometimes I fear that my heart may just burst.
But that’s where I’d draw the Pinterest line. I’d also tell you that I probably had a melt down before meeting up with you because I have nothing to wear and breastfeeding is causing embarrassing hormonal acne that makes me feel like a pizza-faced teenager.
If we met during the week, Jack would be with me, and you’d get to see that he’s the cutest baby ever. I’d tell you that it’s so hard not posting the one million pictures I take on a daily basis!
I’d also tell you that I love staying at home with Jack, but I’m having a real hard time with the loneliness factor. I’d tell you that as an extrovert, I get my energy from interacting with others, so being alone is the most draining thing for me. I bet you’d say, have you looked into joining any moms groups?, and I’d tell you, oh hell yes.
I’d tell you I’m thinking about joining a MOPS group, but I’m totally hesitant to pay the joining fee before attending the first meeting. I mean, what if I don’t mesh? Do I get a refund? How would I even ask for that refund? I’d say, yes, these are the things I think about these days…
I’d talk to you about the things I don’t blog about, and you’d probably be surprised by some of the things I’d tell you. Some (read: most) things don’t belong on the internet.
I’d tell you that yesterday, I got Jack to nap in his crib for the first time ever. I let him cry for seven minutes, and it was the longest, most gut-wrenching seven minutes of my life. I’d say that, in the end, it was worth it because he napped for 90 minutes (!!!) and I cleaned ALL THE THINGS.
I’d tell you that my mother-in-law kindly watched Jack yesterday when I cashed in my pre-natal massage gift certificate (oops) at Red Door Spa in Short Pump and it was the best thing ever. I’d tell you if you ever go over to Short Pump, you need to get a deep tissue massage from Monica. It hurt so good.
At this point, Jack would become restless, signaling me that it’s time to go home. I’d hastily gather up all his things (not wanting to bother anyone with his crying!), hug you and thank you for meeting up, and tell you that we need to do it again soon.
If we were to meet for coffee, what would YOU tell ME?
PS – This “coffee chat” concept is not mine. I’ve seen it on several blogs over the years, but I don’t know who started it!