For a few years now I have been an owner and operator of a major mother’s networking website. I started it when my own Little Bit (which is what I’ll call her from here on out) was just a few months old and I needed a place to meet other moms and socialize my baby. I had no idea what I was in for. I thought it would be easy… set up a website, get a group of moms together, talk about babies, get together a few times and everything would be hunky-dory.
Oh no. That wasn’t the case. I realized just a few months into this little social project of mine what happens when a group of women get together. It leads to disaster, implosion, feelings getting hurt, and broken friendships. You have a wide variety of women on a public board swapping advice but not reading what others have to say. They only want to say what they need said, check to see if others agree with them, and either defend their answer or lose interest and go on to the next topic.

Before I was pregnant I had social problems, not as great as they are now, but I had my difficulties. I want to make sure I don’t pass this down to my own Little Bit. Even my husband is worried that she could turn into having social issues because her own mother doesn’t like people. So that influenced me more to create this “group”. I forced myself to go out into the public. I went into some of these ladies’ homes and chatted with them while our children played. The more I went to them.. the more I despised people. The more I had to force myself, the more I just wanted to stay at home with Little Bit and not see anyone. That includes going to stores. Yea, the world is a tough place and I’m finding it harder and harder to leave my house. But I have to. For her, and maybe a little bit for me too.

As you can imagine, I have no friends to tell this to. My husband listens as much as he can but I know it’s frustrating for him to hear his wife having a problem with the outside world and now the Internet world. I find people so ridiculous. That’s why I’ve began this blog. I need to get it all out. I don’t need validation for my feelings, but I think by people reading it.. it feels more therapeutic than just writing it in a notebook where no one will ever read it. Plus, it’d be nice if someone got a chuckle out of my life.