If I were an animal I would be a sloth

I’m a bit of a loner – I don’t need crowds. In fact, crowds are overwhelming. I prefer small groups of people. I like things to be slow and steady. Laid back. I don’t like rushing from activity to activity. I’m not one of those moms that schedules my kids in every sport. It’s not that I don’t want them to experience different activities but I would lose my sanity and it would be hard for them to drive themselves around town with me in a straight jacket.

(*This is not to say that I don’t like to get crazy and goofy. I just prefer to do that in small groups and only once or twice a month.)

I have met my quota and it’s only the first of December.  I am afraid I am about to implode.  Please send my regards.

We have had company since Thanksgiving and they will be here until Wednesday.  That’s fine.  But add that on top of a schedule that is getting increasingly busier for the next 10 days…. and that leaves me overwhelmed.  I’m praying for some pockets of air in the coming days.  I know that I’m an introvert, that I need time alone in order to function in the times that I am not alone.  But it is still a very weird concept to me.  It’s hard for me to understand that while I love my kids, my husband, my friends…. that it gets to the point that I don’t even want to be touched because I am so overwhelmed with people and touch is just one more invasion, one more reminder that I am not alone….  It’s hard for me to understand and harder still to explain to my kids.  I am beyond grateful that somehow, some way, my husband gets it.  He fills in the parenting gap to allow me some space.  He doesn’t take it personally when I tell him to please go away – don’t touch.  He knows that he’s speaking my love language.  He’s wonderful.

I didn’t mean for this post to get heavy.  I just had to let it out before my world implodes.  Or my head explodes.  Whichever comes first.