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Yeah. I’m an idiot who never gets out of the house. The evidence of this is the barbecue that we went to yesterday. I was having a good time (in between chasing Tater around the back yard, of course) talking to a few people and stuffing my face with the good food there. Feeling okay. Maybe a little self-conscious since I don’t get out much. Seriously. There needs to be an intervention here. But didn’t feel like a total freak of nature. Until the ride home. I made a comment to The Daddy about feeling a little socially inept because I don’t get out much and he says something to the effect of “Yeah, and all you talk about is Tater Tot.” Oh. Um, well. Yes, I guess he is correct about that. I thought about all of my conversations and they did all have to do with The Princess. Why I don’t surf very much any more (the barbecue was at a surf buddy’s house). How I don’t sleep as much as I used to because I try to feel normal by staying up too late doing stuff after The Tot goes to bed. What she’s learning, doing, saying, etc. You get the picture. A little Kiddie-Centric.

Seriously, I feel like that’s all I have to talk about. Not like I can strike up a conversation about the great surf session I just had or the crappy day at work. Actually, after this morning I could strike up a conversation about the great surf session I just had because I actually got my land-locked Mommy Butt out in the water today! Will wonders ever cease? But I digress. I was feeling like a complete doofus. A little frustrated because, yes, I am Tater-Tot-centric these days. It’s my job. But it hit me. I need to have a teeny weeny tiny little bit of a life for myself. At least to stay aware when I am talking with other adults who do not have teeny tiny children that they don’t necessarily want to hear all about my teeny tiny child. They have raised their own or are not interested in having any. Deal with it and move on. Even talking about Paris Hilton’s jail time would have probably been a better bet than rambling on about Tater Tot’s latest word or teething. Okay that’s a slight exaggeration. I think most people are fine hearing about your child for the first minute. They’re cute and everybody likes a cute little kid. But after the first minute, time to discuss the care and feeding of the rhodedendron or something. Anything! There was one other couple with an 18 month old son there and at least it was appropriate to be talking with them about toddler feeding fun and how they both will still accidentally launch themselves headlong while walking.

So, after the host’s parting shot that they were going to strip me of my surf nickname if I didn’t get my butt out in the water soon, I went surfing this morning. It did me some good to get back out in the salt water. I forgot my leash which can mean lots of swimming after my board if I’m not careful. But I felt comfortable and not cautious like I usually do when I surf leashless. I caught some fun little waves, walked the nose a bit and called it a morning. Got home in time to shower and get dressed before Tater Tot woke up from her first nap. Bonus. Gotta do that more often. Don’t I say that every time?