Last Wednesday was a rough day. My pregnancy hormones were all over the map. My phantom pain was bothering me. I was missing my friends and feeling homesick. Basically I was a bit of a wreck. By the time 5pm rolled around I was ready to call it a day, especially when M called me to ask if I could pick C up because he had a late meeting. I had hoped to get an hour or so to myself before my book club meeting, but instead I was on sole parenting duty until it was time for me to leave. To say that I was on the verge of bagging the whole evening out is putting it lightly.
When M came home C was fed, bathed and ready for bed. I was pretty close to calling it a night, but I bullied myself into getting into the car and driving North. I missed Book Club the month before and, as the “leader” of the group, I figured I really should attend. So I went.
One phone call later, to get the correct house number, I finally walked in to the gorgeous home of the mom hosting the group. Ten or so women huddled around a coffee table, some held a glass of wine, some had a cookie in their hands, each looked happy to be there. I stood on the outskirts for a minute until a friend looked up and saw me. She waved me over and pointed to a seat next to her. I gripped my bunch of grapes and headed into the fray. Instantly I was pulled into the witty conversation taking place. In no time at all I forgot that I was tired and cranky and remembered why I joined this group in the first place.
We chatted for a few more minutes and finally focused on the book. The conversation flowed from person to person, each one adding a fascinating element to the discussion. The participants are all well read. They come from all corners of the world and each had a different take on the story. For an hour I was able to use my brain and think about something other than sippy cups or photocopies. I felt smart and witty again and, even though I didn’t get home until 10pm, I felt rejuvenated. I’m glad I forced myself to go, I needed the pick-me-up. Now all I have to do is remember how good it felt when I drag my heels again next month.