The daughter's birthday. We did fun things, but didn't really celebrate other than birthday cake and a gift from visiting aunt. Still sticking to my post-Christmas birthday celebration for the girl. Family met at giant indoor waterpark. Which I did not partake of because I didn't feel all that well, and it was not a convenient time of the month. Blah. I was super glad that the kids had a chance to play and see their cousin and their aunts, uncles and grandma. And they did have a blast. I was a giant, blobby, stick-in-the-mud. For a while I sat in the pool area and chatted with folks, but it was so loud and I had to shout. I started losing my voice, couldn't really hear what other people were saying... and the overall din was starting to drive me mad. Not literally, but it was a close thing. Spouse pointed out that I should regularly carry my musician's earplugs with me. They cancel out loud noises, but allow me to hear quieter ones. Like people talking. So I don't become deaf from sitting next to the bass drum. But I can still hear to match pitches with the rest of the section and I can understand what the director says. This seems like a good plan. I forced the Spouse to keep me company because I didn't want to be the only one not swimming. He was not as inclined to be inappropriately antisocial, so he spent his time as a go-between. I worked on my beading in the lobby of the hotel. He would periodically check in on the children and their relatives in the pool area. I feel like I used to be better at groups of people. At least a little bit. But maybe not. Maybe I just got less good at hiding. Or maybe I decided that I would rather accept the social stigma of withdrawing than the personal cost of remaining. Makes me a little nervous for all the time around people that will be happening soon. And more. And then again. And here is the thing: I like these people. I am not stealing myself to spend time with horrible relatives that I cannot stand. I am worried about spending time with people I genuinely enjoy. Once upon a time, Spouse was the one who had more trouble with the whole people thing. Now it's my turn. Grateful Crap: "When did you turn 4?" 4yo: When I was asleep. Equatorial Actions: took meds spent time with family (although not well) at chocolate cake. that has to count as a good thing. Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |