My Son's 2nd Birthday & My Anxiety
I can’t believe that Jack turned two over the weekend. I mean, we’ve been training him to say “I’m TWO!” for a month now, but still… suddenly it’s like he’s less of a baby and more of a little boy.
Weird how that happens.
Jack’s actual birthday was on Saturday, but Travis had to work. Besides me sporadically breaking into the Happy Birthday song throughout the day, we didn’t do much until the evening. That’s when he got his gifts from us – a super cute vegetable set from Plan Toys (from the Citrus Lane shop) and a golf set from Little Tikes that I’ve been hiding since I used a Plum District deal in the fall.
We also let him have an Elmo cupcake after dinner… which left him quite blue.
I had gone back and forth about the idea of having a party for Jack. I really just wanted to celebrate quietly with just Travis, Jack and myself. However, my mom convinced me that I should have something for family to attend, so I tried to keep it as low key as possible with Birthday Cake & Ice Cream at our house.
I forgot how overwhelmed I get.
My mom, dad and brother came, but my sisters were at school and unable to make the trip. From the in-law side of the family, we had 8 guests (3 were kids). I get along with my in-laws, however we just don’t see them very often so we’ve never really clicked on a personal level.
I’m pretty much a classic introvert when it comes to small group interactions, so it was stressful for me. Just having so many people in my SPACE was difficult. Adding to that anxiety was the problem that Jack skipped his nap, which is a recipe for disaster. He was thrilled by the gifts and other little people to stare at, but a bit uncomfortable with ‘strangers’ picking him up and kissing him.
I was more than a bit uncomfortable with the other kids throwing balls at the wall in my den, beating each other with Jack’s new golf clubs, wrestling loudly in my family room and opening Jack’s gifts so that they could play with them.
I guess it was just ‘boys being boys’ but when you’re not used to that behavior, it can be a bit much. It was obviously a ‘me’ problem though, because Travis was totally fine with everything. I guess I can just be a bit high-strung, especially in situations that are uncomfortable to me.
On top of everything, Ollie was freaking out because of so many people running around and trying to touch him. Travis and I alternated holding him to keep him from biting anyone/throwing up in terror. We tried putting him upstairs in his crate, but his barking and whining was worse than just holding him.
To be honest, I wanted to kick everyone out of our house after an hour.
And I feel terrible about that. I really wish I was the type of person who could just relax and be comfortable in these situations. But I’m not.
Everyone else seemed to have a good time though and the cake and ice cream were delicious. Yes, I had a small piece even though I’m still doing the DietBet. I’m still eating like ME, just a less.
Jack was totally spoiled with gifts and as soon as everyone left, he decided that ‘MelMo’ (aka Elmo) was the shiznet.
I have also decided that MelMo is the shiznet, because this morning he suddenly came to life and tried to hug Ollie as he walked by… scaring the bejesus out of him!
So tell me, are you an introvert or extrovert? Do you have anxiety when small groups of people come over to your house? Am I a bad person for wanting everyone to leave?
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