I think I've made it quite clear that I'm an introvert. Actually, I'm an introvert/extrovert, wanting to connect with people and have an active social life, but it can wear me out if I'm not careful. I can fake extroversion, always coming back to solitude to recharge.
Both of my kids are showing signs of being extroverted. X talks non-stop, rarely slowing down. Z runs up to strangers (i.e. people S and I know, but he hasn't met yet) with a big smile on his face asking to be picked up...hoo boy.
When I got back from my most recent round of travel on Saturday afternoon, I was thrust from my quiet world of introversion, happily ignoring everyone in the airport, only having to worry about ME the past 3 days into the boundless energy of my kids. In the blink of an eye I went from relaxed to edgy.
On Sunday, I had the task of caring for both boys by myself while S finishes a project for work. Z was cranky from teething or something, which was no fun. X was ok, but demanded games be played, dragged all his toys out, and was his usual loud self. I was tired from travel and by noon sick of both of them. Especially Z's propensity to struggle and scream against every diaper change. In addition to wrestling matches of diaper changes, he's auditioning for age 3: throwing himself to the floor in dramatic fashion everytime we try to re-direct his attention to an appropriate toy. Thankfully, S decided to take a break around 2pm and took X out to ride bikes, while I sat at home thinking of all the tasks I should be accomplishing while Z took his afternoon nap.
I read blogs instead.