One thing no one ever tells you about being a stay-at-home mom is how lonely it can be. Not that I didn't kind of see it coming, but it's still been more of an adjustment than I thought it would be. Sure I have Jonathan and he's more than happy to be with me all the time and that is sweet and fulfilling, but sometimes I just miss my circle of friends. You see, I really like people (although I have a hard time remembering that at Costco on Saturdays). I love having friends around me. I'm a little embarassed to admit how hard I've cried over various friends that have moved several time zones away. Sure there's phone and email and blogs, but those just don't seem to fill the same void for me as actual face-to-face interactions. I still have friends locally and am making more, but at this stage of life people either seem to think that I'm to busy to do anything with them or that they're too busy to do anything with me, and that makes me a little sad. If we don't have time for people in our lives, what's the point of anything we're doing? I'm really not as down as this post is probably making me sound, but this has just been on my mind this morning. Maybe I should just enjoy the solitude for now because maybe someday I'll be standing in my kitchen with five kids running around, knocking things over, begging for my attention, and I'll miss being lonely. We'll see.