Motherhood Robbed me of my Social Skills

I have never been a “life of the party” kind of person. I’ve never been one who would randomly walk up and introduce myself to someone I’ve never met (which explains why I’ve yet to attend a Blog Conference). I don’t go out on a limb when it comes to acquiring new friends or expanding my social circle. I’d much rather spend Friday night curled up with a DVD and a book than out partying and socializing.

This is one of the biggest differences between my husband and I. He is very much the extrovert. Always joking and cutting up. Always meeting and talking to new people. Our social lives pretty much revolve around him and what he wants to do (because, again, I’d just assume chill at home than go out). We’ve met our closest friends through him and he makes most of our weekend plans. It’s just one of those ways that we complete each other. He brings out my social side and I keep his social side in check.

I was laying in bed the other night after one of our “Do we have to go out and do something again tonight?” discussions and realized that what tiny bit of social skill I had before I had Noah, has pretty much completely vanished over the last four years.

Guys, I am a hermit.

And in truth? It really doesn’t bother me.

I like spending my day at home playing with my son and getting one on one time with my big guy. Sure, he drives me nuts on occasion and there are times where I need to get out. But for the most part, not going and running to play date after play date really doesn’t bother me.

I don’t mind spending Friday night curled up on the couch with a good movie or a book or soaking it up in the bubble bath. It doesn’t phase me in the slightest not to be out rambling and going and living it up with a bunch of friends.

I read posts and hear other moms talking about how they need a girls night or “me” time. I do, too. But I prefer me time over girl time. And my “me” time? I’d much rather indulge in that at home alone rather than sneaking away to enjoy a few hours out and about somewhere else.

There are, of course, exceptions to this. I hit up the movies with my girl friends every once in a while. And I was known to spend several hours at a time sipping a Starbucks at Barnes & Noble or roaming around Target when we lived in the lower 48. I can’t help it. I’ve always been like this. I’ve always been more keep to myself than live it up and party. Even in High School.

I think that motherhood has just enhanced an already dominant trait. Because at the end of the day, by the time I’ve fixed meals, refilled juice cups, battled Transformers, dodged flying objects, folded laundry (okay, who am I kidding? I rarely fold laundry…) and done whatever work I was supposed to do that day…socializing any further than the scope of my Facebook account, Twitter feed and InstaGram stream is not at the top of my list.

I’m not Anti-Social. I swear.

I’m just an introverted mother.

Nice to meet you.

Are you an Introvert or an Extrovert? Do you find that motherhood has enhanced or changed your personality?

Linking up today with Shell @ Things I Can’t Say for Pour Your Heart Out.