I guess I have a problem.
You see, I get lost in thought quite often.
I think all the time.
Too much of the time.
And staying home with my four-year-old and three-month-old daughters doesn’t help.
The isolation from other adults is sometimes maddening.
But, I press on.
Because this is the life I chose.
Not my neighbor. Or my cousin. Or my mama.
When I found it impossible to get work after completing my college degree, I succumbed to the life of a stay-at-home mom and wife.
Once in a while, I’d get lucky and land a job. But between frequent moves and additional pregnancies, the work life became less and less appealing.
Turns out, I’m an introvert. I learned that about a year ago. I do well being by myself.
But, having four kids and needing to be alone to recharge is a paradox.
God’s got jokes.
I shhhh my children a lot. Like, a lot a lot.
It’s like my brain needs to use all its power to think and when it’s thinking, noise from them becomes extremely aggravating.
And I feel bad. Sometimes.
But mostly I have an “oh well” attitude about it. Because it’s what I need to stay sane.