So, I am in desperate need of some alone time. As in just me, all alone. By myself.
Is it wrong to want that? Because I kind of feel like I need it.
I tend to be a more solitary person by nature. I'd rather do something quiet and simple and solitary and small than be in a big group doing something big and loud and crazy. But what keeps me sane is time all by myself. Not, like days on end. Just a few hours every now and again. And the crazier life gets, the more I need those few hours.
Like, um, now.
July is a distant memory. I am going All. The. Time. And this year seems crazier and fuller and just more than previous year. Not that I can figure out how or why; somehow it just is.
And I need that time. That alone time. Just a few hours. Just to be quiet. And sit. Maybe read. Maybe bake. Maybe do nothing.
But the thing is, I'm kind of never alone. Work is work. And when I get home, Hubby is here. Almost always. And, yes, I love him dearly. And, yes, I love spending time with him. Just not ALL the time.
And is it horrible of me to wish, sometimes, that I were alone? That I'd like to read without having to try to tune out the television, or without Hubby trying to talk to me even though he can totally see that I'm reading?
And isn't it ironic that the times that I need it the most are the times that it is just impossible to find?
Is it just me? Am I a totally selfish person? Am I missing something?
I hope not.
And I hope I figure something out.