You know how you sort of kind of forget about how hard it is having a baby around? You’re so excited about having this new bundle of joy to welcome into your home, but you’ve forgotten about how much the lack of sleep totally sucks until you’re right in the middle of it again. Don’t get me wrong, the lack of sleep is worth it, but it still sucks.
Well, that is how a PCS move is. You sort of remember that it can be a pain in the rear, but you’re so excited about moving to a new place that you really don’t care.
And that takes me to my least favorite part about transplanting every 2-3 years.
Y’all, I totally stress myself out about this.
I’ve made wonderful friends everywhere we’ve been, but those first couple months are hard.
And that’s where I’m at now.
Last week I was really down and out about the whole friend dating situation.
I was supposed to attend my first spouse night last week, and I had to cancel at the very last minute. I was in tears over the situation. What if women thought that I was a total flake for cancelling? Would they still want to be my friend when I am finally able to make it to an event?
I’ve met a few nice people since we’ve moved here. Our neighbors are all great, but most of them are older. I talked to a few other moms at swim lessons, but nothing went past there.
And let’s talk for a second about friend dating when there are kids in the picture.
Sure, having kids gives me plenty of opportunities to meet other moms. But it also leads to a whole other list of stressors.
What if our kids don’t get along?
What if my kids decide to act like a bunch of wild animals?
What if the other moms thinks I’m a helicopter mom?
What if the other moms thinks I let my kids run wild?
What if I can’t even talk to the other moms because my kids interrupt us 5,378,242 times?
What if the other kids are mean?
Oh yes, all of this goes through my mind.
But I think things are looking up. I saw a mom at the library the other day that I met a few weeks ago when our boys attended a Lego event together. The kids played again, and we exchanged numbers. Score! My first PA friend dating number exchange! Tomorrow we are having lunch with the family of a guy that Jarrod works with. And on Sunday we are going to a command family picnic where there are sure to be plenty of other wives in attendance.
So there you have it. Friend dating in a nutshell. I’ve made wonderful life-long friends at each of our duty stations, and I’m sure I will here too. It’s just the getting there part that’s hard.