Sometimes, I'm a total Social Butterfly. I seek out others, I make conversation, I am engaging and witty. I plan Girls Nights. I organize. I cajole others to join in. I'm FUN, dammit.
Other times, notsomuch. I'm a total Antisocial Flutterby. (Get it? Butterfly-flutterby? I kill me.) The thought of having to hold a conversation with anyone else fills me with dread. I lower my eyes. I bury my head. I avoid all eye contact. All I want is BE ALONE.
When I walk in the door from work, my biggest goal is (1) to be able to immediately take my bra off and (2) to not have to socialize with anyone but my children and husband for the remainder of the day.
A super-long baseball season that extended well beyond what we all expected and thus going straight into football season totally screwed up those goals of mine.
All summer, I was forced to sit on hard bleachers, with one eye on the field, one eye on crazy Middle and Baby running around like maniacs because they simply CAN'T sit still; and one eye on the parent I was painfully attempting to make small talk with. All while wearing a proper bra and NOT being comfy in my own home.
(Yes, I realize I don't have three eyes. Bygones.)
AND THEN for the entire month of August, I HAD to attend football practice, as all 3 boys were practicing at the same time. And since Hubby was on the field coaching, I needed to be there as well.
Yet again, wearing a bra, and talking to others.
Shoot me now.
Thankfully, I made it through the month of August with my marriage still intact. You guys, I have been a BEAST to live with.
I don't want to go anywhere and be hosted. And I don't want to host anyone at our place either.
The Antisocial - it has taken over.
I'm trying to climb out.
Not being forced to attend football practices is going to help. Now that school has started, Eldest and Middle have practices on Wednesdays and Fridays. Baby, on the other hand, has practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Do you know what that means?
It means I? Don't have to go to the field at all. I get to stay home with whoever DOESN'T have practice that night. Score!
I'm hoping that having a set family schedule; that being able to prepare nightly meals; that spending my nights at home instead of on a football field will help the Social Butterfly in me to emerge once again this September.
Being able to cook dinner bra-less is just a bonus.
P.S. Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this way...