I woke early, this morning. I needed to run to the loo then I couldn't get back to sleep so I lay in bed for a while, read and petted my cat. I decided to get up at six, as my back and hip were feeling stiff. Now I am drinking coffee and thinking that I was nuts to drag out so early.
By the way, it is June. Is it supposed to be so danged cold, in the morning? lol Normally, I would be griping about how warm is is, so early in the morning.
I can't help bitching about the weather... No matter what it is.
Alarms are going off all over the house... Upstairs to rout out Husband, downstairs to rout out Son. Soon, they will both be headed out and I will finally have my house to myself, again. I needs my solitude. I love my family but I can only take so much togetherness. That sounds horrible, doesn't it?
But I have always been that way. As a child I would sneak off and hide and spend hours alone. As a teen, I would go for walks and be gone for hours and hours. When I was working outside the home, I was in casino gaming, a very customer oriented industry and on my breaks I would be desperate for just a moment of solitude. I knew where all the great little hiding places were and would escape to them on some of my breaks.
I am not anti social and I don't hate people. In fact, when I want to be around people, I love being around them. I love to entertain, throw dinner parties and have a house full of family and friends for a holiday or other special occasion. But I have to balance togetherness with long stretches of aloneness. (Yeah, yeah... I know. Not a word. So sue me. lol)
Yep. I am crackers.
I know it.
I accept it.
I am very well adjusted in my nutzoness. :D