Some anxiety relief

My boss called me in to the office yesterday and basically allayed my fears that everyone thinks I'm the cause of the ongoing weirdness following the blog blowout. She reiterated that my co-worker seems somewhat unbalanced and I should not bother myself with worrying about it. Surprisingly this has really helped to make me feel better about the situation which was pretty much clinching my psyche up into little balls of tension.
Another source of relief is the new book I am reading titled Perfect Madess:Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety. It describes (in the first two chapters I've read) how basically there is so much pressure to have your kids doing the right thing constantly that mothers are becoming worse mothers while trying to be perfect mothers. My stepfather told me the story of a woman who has a gifted child who is taking math class, french class and learning violin all by the age of 5! Instead of saying, "What a loon!' I found myself saying, "Maybe Brooke should learn violin, or piano or something. I'm probably behind the curve on math but...." Craziness! but it's nice to read that other mothers are going through the same thing.
One of the major points of the book is that in America vs. France (who I know we hate), where the author lived for 3 years, there is not much support from the society/goverment for mothers. I found this out first hand last week at a new music class we are going to on Friday mornings (it's just to get out of the house not to learn violin or piano!). Brooke & Lex were having a great time, Lexi was toddling around in and out of the circle of kids and everyone was cooing at her UNTIL she wiped out. When she got up there was a big bloody gash in her face. So I grabbed her and tried to figure out the extent of the injury while keeping an eye on Brooke. The music teacher just went on with the class. Not one other mother gave a sh*t (except for my friend Linda who is a godsend) about poor Lex. The teacher did the next song with Brooke but seemed to sort of be put out by it.
Lex was fine, though the gash did need to be cleaned and was pretty rough looking for the whole week. This is a class of 8 kids and their parents. It was not like no one noticed, they were just more concerned with themselves. It's just a cruddy way to be and I find everywhere you go you see it. If you are struggling with something, anything, generally no one pitches in to give you a hand. Plus, people don't listen to you. Sometimes you try to let people know you are struggling internally with things and they just pooh, pooh it away because they don't want to hear it. I think we need to listen to our people more.