The basic, true truth.
The real, honest, relevant truth about me and motherhood is that I need to be alone.
I’m exhausted. Numbers are transposing on my computer screen before my eyes. I’m saving documents and then losing the latest copies and sending people incomplete files. Less empirically, I feel like tangible knowledge is leaking out the back of my head as it melts in the heat from my overworking brain.
Someone once told me that introversion and extroversion have nothing to do with the social situations you enjoy and everything to do with the type of environment that allows you to recharge your batteries.
My batteries are nearly empty from three weeks spent more or less with at least one other person at all times. And the one person I have been spending most of my time with is a little tempest of unpredictable irrationality who has taken up kicking me for sport.
Thank heavens school starts back up next week. I think I’m going to spend the weekdays sleeping.
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Amen to that. That is the one small bummer about giving up night shift work for a day job — I don’t have nights staying up to prepare for staying up all night for work. Instead, I have to pretend that being childfree at work is the same as being alone.