||[Feb. 28th, 2014|07:00 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
Tomorrow I have to go to a six-year-old's birthday party. Y'all, I swear to God. It's like a special circle of hell. It's at one of those indoor bounce parks, which is all good and well because it (in the words of Dara O'Briain) tires the feckers out. But it's loud and there are kids everywhere running into each other like some kind of screaming bumper cars. The last time I went to one the kid's parents had bought the "Glow" package. That means the kids all get glowstick bracelets and necklaces and they turn on the blacklight and play unts-unts-unts music.|
I just stood there thinking "I know this party. I've been at this party. The last time I was at this party there were way more homosexuals and recreational drugs."
Anyway, I'm taking a Kindle stuffed with fanfiction and I'm going to spend the whole time looking like I'm reading some kind of technical whitepaper and not smut. I love the school Chloe goes to but I don't have a lot in common with the other moms and socializing is sometimes really difficult. They tend to schedule social activities in the mornings or early afternoons because most of them don't work. I know it can't be true, but I always get the feeling Chloe is the only kid there who needs both parents' incomes to stay there. meh.
I was explaining this problem to my doctor, along with my complete crippling inability to tell my mother-in-law that I need some quiet time alone because I can't imagine that she wouldn't take it personally. And he said to me that at some point he wanted to talk about why I feel like I have to exert myself so much in social interactions and work on interacting in away that doesn't leave me exhausted and empty. I said I wanted a unicorn pony. He just gave me this quizzical look and I said "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were talking about impossible wishes."
My doctor is a prize-winning eye-roller.
Thank you all for being so lovely yesterday, I needed it. :)