I’m convinced if I had a job outside the house that involved OTHER PEOPLE I wouldn’t have a social life. I know I would have a really hard time not being grouchy with my kids. (Let’s face it, I have a hard time not being grouchy with the kids now and I have no excuse.)
I just don’t think I could tolerate being around people that much.
Don’t get me wrong: I love people. I’m surprisingly social for an introvert and must have my peeps, but it still leaves me exhausted.
I had some girlfriends & their kids over for a couple hours yesterday. We had a great time, but I was totally overwhelmed when they left and had to take a nap.
Isn’t that funny? Or pathetic, depending on who you are.