I spent weeks planning a little baby shower for my daughter. Well, it was a small sprinkle but we changed it to flurry because we went with a winter theme. I filled thank you bags with a cute mask and hand sanitizer, hot cocoa mix and candy cane and chocolate kisses and peppermint chapstick. The shower was outside so there could be social distancing and had cute little winter face masks I made hanging in a bag at the entrance so everyone would have one. The weather was perfect. The food was good and my hot chocolate bar was a hit. Crock pot with hot cocoa and cups filled with chocolate chips, confetti chips, mini marshmallows, peppermint sticks and a can of whipped cream. It was a small group and they all have a sense of humor, and I'm only okay in a group that laughs because the only way I can communicate in a groups is by being funny and making people laugh. (Otherwise I'm sinking into a chair trying to hide). Everyone was laughing and having a good time. I had requests for recipes and compliments on everything. It could not have gone better. Oh I even brought soft fuzzy snowballs for the kids to have a snowball fight (and they, along with some of the adults, had fun with that.)
BUT, I still go home and stress out over what did I forget What did I do wrong or say wrong? Did I cross anyone's boundaries while trying to be funny? Why didn't I or why did I stuff going through my head. I did ask my daughter if I crossed any lines - because I know when people are laughing at my stories I don't always know when to quit. She said everything was good and that I didn't do anything she seen as wrong. It helps but doesn't do away with the anxiety. The shower was Sunday and I spent Monday and Tuesday recovering and stressing.
It feels good to laugh and make other people laugh, but I do wish I could communicate other ways, too. Like my daughter's mother in law and grandmother in law were there. Usually I'm at their house when I see them and uncomfortable and doing my hiding out and freezing somewhere and quiet. So they probably wondered what I was on Sunday because they don't see that side of me. Yep, they probably wonder what I had taken that day.
BUT, I still go home and stress out over what did I forget What did I do wrong or say wrong? Did I cross anyone's boundaries while trying to be funny? Why didn't I or why did I stuff going through my head. I did ask my daughter if I crossed any lines - because I know when people are laughing at my stories I don't always know when to quit. She said everything was good and that I didn't do anything she seen as wrong. It helps but doesn't do away with the anxiety. The shower was Sunday and I spent Monday and Tuesday recovering and stressing.
It feels good to laugh and make other people laugh, but I do wish I could communicate other ways, too. Like my daughter's mother in law and grandmother in law were there. Usually I'm at their house when I see them and uncomfortable and doing my hiding out and freezing somewhere and quiet. So they probably wondered what I was on Sunday because they don't see that side of me. Yep, they probably wonder what I had taken that day.