It’ no news to me that my stats for this thing are way, way down. And it’s no wonder, given the irregularity and infrequency of posts here lately.
Now I knew I wouldn’t be able to post much during the craziness that was most of April and all of May. But I kind of expected that once summer got here I would settle into a once daily schedule again. What a wealth of things I would have to tell y’all about!
So what’s my problem? It just came to me.
I’m an introvert, and I am still exhausted from all that socializing. I want and need to crawl into a hole and be alone for a few weeks. But I still have six other people living in this house. (Will any of them ever leave?) It is summer–Lorelei and William are home ALL DAY. The big kids are in and out. Day in and day out they want and need things from me, and one of those things that some of them require more than others is emotional energy. Energy that I can never get enough alone time to fully replenish.
And to complicate matters, I am an introvert married to an extrovert. An extreme extrovert who wants to be AROUND PEOPLE ALL THE TIME. When I could just SCREAM AT THE THOUGHT OF HAVING TO TALK TO ONE MORE PERSON.
To John, April and May were heaven on earth. All the commotion! All the parties! All the people! (I am getting tireder just thinking about it.) Now that it’s all over, he’s depressed. (Guess who supplies the emotional energy to help him recover from depression? Hello!)
And today I realized that although I am alone (I hope) when I write my blog, it’s still a social activity of sorts. I have an audience whom I hope to engage with my writing. So it does require some of the same kind of energy that I use for socializing, the kind of energy that I don’t have nearly enough of. (And if you will recall, I also work at home. So there’s that.)
And now I am off to finish getting ready for the Father’s Day cookout. It’s a small affair–only 14 of us.