I am not good at being alone.
In fact, I’m downright awful at it. I thrive on conversation and social interaction. I NEED people in my life.
Last night I told Dan I needed to go to the fabric store to get a few things for some projects I’m working on. He asked if I wanted him to stay home and watch Joshua and in that moment the prospect of being able to get a coffee and browse the aisles of Joann and Hobby Lobby unimpeded by the insanity of a toddler had me bursting with joy. (He was also saving himself from his version of Man-Hell–the craft store. With his wife.)
But finally! A moment of peace!! Time for me to be ME!
And as I started getting ready to leave this morning part of me wanted to throw Joshua’s clothes on and drag him, insanity and all, to the craft store with me. He’s my sidekick. My little friend.
I miss him. A lot.
And Dan’s good at talking and pretending to care when I ask him for the 4038493th time if this fabric goes well with that fabric and what does he think about this method or that method and should I make one of these?
::sigh::
I’m sitting here at Starbucks typing this on my phone and wishing I weren’t alone. Wishing I had company. My husband. My son. A friend.
Life is meant to be shared with others. and as much as I crave and need time to myself, I love being in the company of people.
