Staying sane, I mean social

I have to admit, I sometimes have to drag myself out of this house. I never knew I was such a homebody.

At night, when we need milk or half and half, I usually prefer staying home and letting The Da! go out to buy them. I do make the once-a-week trip to the grocery store, but I even managed to skip out on that last week.

I know that I should leave the house, make some new friends. I know that socializing is both good for me, and for the family.

But, with no relatives close by -- my SILs, who do live nearby -- are not social with me, I'm forced to rely on friends. Since I'm not originally from here, my original group of friends don't live close either. Most of the friends I made here were from my ladder-climbing career life that didn't include sippy cups and kissing boo-boos.

Another aspect of the problem is that I always have a deadline looming, which means I am on the computer every second of the day when possible. That means, the cleaning, the de-cluttering from the day, has to be done at other times, especially since we want someone to buy the damn thing.

By day's end, I'm just too tired to go anywhere. I feel too sweaty, too mentally and physically exhausted to go out of my way to see people. Normally, I might shop -- because shopping does get me out of the house -- but I'm trying not to do that now.

Perhaps a gym membership, or a class would be good for me.

Perhaps I need to create a dating service for local isolated moms to meet other isolated moms. I guess a play group really wouldn't hurt, either.

My goal tonight is to get out of the house. For me. For my sake. For my sanity.