Where did I go?

I think I now understand why I've read about so many moms reasserting that they are, in fact, people too. You've probably heard it yourself. Lately, I've come to feel a little less "person-like." The weather and time of year are partly to blame, since they limit outdoor and social activities, but to get to my point--I feel like Hudson's slave. Already. Those with pre-teens and teenagers are probably laughing their heinys off, since not only are they still waiting on their "babies," but they have to drive them around too.
Let's examine.

• I have no friends anymore. The get-together-that-never-was from the last post pretty much confirmed this. I have only myself to blame for not keeping connected to those in my life, but evidently I'm easily stressed and like to shut myself off from the world. My bad, really. I've been in solitary confinement for the last 9+ months, so my social skills have self-destructed.
• I think I inherited hermit/homebody-ness. Since my sister and I moved out, my dad has rediscovered the small town bar scene, but I don't really ever remember my parents inviting people over or getting a babysitter for us while they went out to have a good time. They worked a lot to support my spoiled little self and were pretty worn out by the time the weekend rolled around. I don't think I like this trait in myself. I definitely didn't inherit the workaholic part, so why don't I have the inclination to frolic in the social scene?
• I have a smidge of a perfectionist tendency. For me, this translates to uber-worrying mom syndrome. I'm totally going to be the overbearing mother that sends a list of acceptable foods and activities with Hudson when he goes to a friend's house. Don't the other parents know that there are TOXIC ENDOCRINE DISRUPTING CHEMICALS in everything? And that the earth will turn to rubbish if you even think about using an item made out of hydrocarbons? I read today that you aren't supposed to let kids play in bare soil, due to the lead risk. Say what? Hudson can't even make a mud pie or else he will be "developmentally delayed"? Frikkin frack. I need to get this kid a bubble, ASAP. (and then my mind says, said bubble will probably be made of plastic, or worse, a form of plastic called vinyl which off-gasses harmful chemicals...etc. etc.)
• I'm pale, zitty, saggy-butted, and my fashion class is making me realize how little I know/care about my appearance. I used to be obsessed with anything you would find in a glossy fashion magazine. Now I'm one step away from forgoing hygiene all together and moving to a hippie farm, long leg hair and all. Oprah's shlumpadinka is me. Now where's my makeover?

Hopefully this %#&$@* snow melts and the sun comes out soon, because I'm ready to kick the winter doldrums and shlumpakinkaness to the curb. I'm saving up for a babysitter, if I ever let go of my uber-worrying mom syndrome enough to trust someone for more than an hour. And then eventually perhaps I'll get some self-esteem and do something about all this. Eventually, perhaps.