Bomp bomp bomp ... another one rides the bus

Hey Jakey,

Such a big boy! You started riding the bus this week. It stops right in front of the house. Sooooo much easier than driving you back and forth. I blew it, though. The above pictures are definitely not my best work, but I run the risk of looking like a crazy mom if I run out tomorrow morning and try to take better ones.

But -- I noticed this morning that the bus stops about three houses down and picks up another little boy from your class (this particular bus is just for kids in your class). Hmmmmm. The perfect entree for me to maybe walk over in the morning and introduce myself to this little boy's mom, maybe talk about our kids, their teacher, the class, etc.

God, could I sound more pathetic?

I don't know ANYONE in this town. At all. When I filled out your paperwork for school, honey, I had to leave a blank space when they asked for local emergency contacts. PA-THE-TIC.

It's not that I'm anti-social (At least I don't think I am. Bristly, maybe. Anti-social, no.) It's just that the six or so years that I've lived in this town, I've never worked in it. For almost the entire time I've lived here, I've worked 40-some miles away, up a mountain and on the opposite side of the Lake. All my friends are people from work, and they all live far away from me.

It's only been recently, since I've started working from home, that I've started feeling an overwhelming dis-connect from the rest of humanity. I'm at a complete loss on how to meet new people. I've always met new people through my job. Or, in my younger days, by going to bars or pool halls.

And, since I'm not really too keen on other people's children, and because your temperament just doesn't lend itself to kiddie classes and such, I've been loathe to seek out local mom groups and activities.

(Hey, L, remember that little girl's birthday party we went to this summer? Remember those MOMS?!!?? What a grim prospect that is... Leave a comment, dammit, or I will start posting incriminating photos of you!)

Anyway, I'm starting to feel like a VC Andrews character stuck in an attic. Except without all the incest and stuff.

I did stop and chat with some La Leche League ladies at a booth at Wally World the other day, and promised that I would meet up with them at the next LLL meeting here in G'ville. That's one Tuesday a month taken care of.

Well, tomorrow's another day. Another day closer to W-Day. Vomit. I guess I'll leave you with an adorable picture I took of your sister this morning (I plan to keep posting cute infant photos until MamaSutra caves and decides to have another baby!):



Love you both, sleep tight.