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Under-socialized

I don't think about getting out of the house most days.
Staying at home with the kids has become the norm.
We have breakfast. They play until lunch. We eat again. Z takes a nap.  More playing.  I fix dinner.  Z eats 4x as much as JP does.  Playplayplay.  Jammies and bed.
Then mommy shoots zombies. (Have I mentioned my newly-found addiction to XBox and Left for Dead...?!?)
I don't get out much anymore except for craft nights.
I didn't really think about being under socialized... until this week.  I kept finding myself in situation where I'm interacting with SAHMs who are... not very socially with it.  Women who don't have much interaction, except thru the internet or Facebook, and who are VERY passionate about the choices they make for their kids.
Not to say that's a bad thing... it was just very intense... and in your face.
More like on your computer monitor.
Maybe it's just a difference in personality.  I'd like to think I'm pretty laid back... I recognize that the way I raise my kids is "right for me", but might not be right for everyone else.
I understand that the decisions that parents make for their children are based on their beliefs, practice, and, in most cases, a painstaking amount of research.  So if someone is doing things differently, I don't take it upon myself to tell them how it's wrong, or how they are doing irreparable damage to their children, cause it's not how we are doing it.
Or maybe I'm just comparing things that aren't really related.  Maybe what I'm recognizing as "under-socialized" is just "being a know-it-all" or "just plain mean."
Who the heck knows.
I can tell you one thing... it makes me not want  to meet other moms online for fear that they will spend 10 minutes with me and my kids, and decide that I shouldn't have bred. 
Cause I'm an awesome mommy.
Boom.

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