Good company

I tend to be a hermit. I guess it's genetic. But I am starting to feel like spending time with friends is my lifeline. Tonight, for example, was bookclub. I hadn't read the book, and we were just finishing dinner 20 mins. before it was scheduled to start. Viv was crying, Grace was cranky and I needed to get her in PJs, the house was a disaster (well, that is pretty much always true), Grace's sheets were all still in the laundry, I had wanted to mail Christmas cards today, I hadn't even put on makeup yet, and Rob was on call. BUT I decided to go anyway. And I am so glad I did. It was wonderful to chat with other women, and they were all very kind and helpful when Grace wouldn't go to bed, and Viv was crying. I'm sure they were all looking forward to a nice evening away from kids, and here they were helping me with mine. People carried Grace to and from the car for me, since she was in footie pajamas and it was raining. I got to eat the delicious snacks in peace while a friend rocked Vivian. Grace never did go to sleep, so she ended up staying up until 11:00. It was a little crazy. But it was SO nice to chat, to get some sympathy (I may have whined a little), and enjoy the company of good friends. I am going to try to be more social.