I love the Man-Childe. I love my kids. That being said, I miss adult interaction so goddamned much.
Yesterday I ended up pouring my heart out to some lady in the craft isle of the Dollar Store. We’d both been looking through the crafts when she made a comment about having to keep her children busy … BIG MISTAKE LADY!
I instinctively made some guttural noise, I think it might have been a laugh, and held back tears as I confessed how hard it has been to keep my daughter entertained. I mean, this went on for a good five minutes. When I finally stopped bitching, the lady looked at me with pity in her eyes and then she did the same!
That had been one of my only sources of adult interaction in almost three weeks. This is what my social life has become. Confiding in a stranger over pom-poms at the Dollar Tree!
I miss work more than I ever thought possible before. I just honestly never realized how much I depended on work to escape. Yes, I complained about having to go sometimes, but I truly enjoyed working and loved my job. I met new people every day. Not all of them were nice, and not everybody was interested in talking, but most people were genuinely friendly and we ended up having small conversations about a variety of things.
I miss my Co-workers who had become like a family to me. Sure, we all have that crazy aunt or uncle who we try to avoid, but the rest of them were nice. Over the years I’ve spent just as much time with them as I have my actual family and I have confided in them about things I didn’t talk about with anyone else. I really miss them now.
My mom lives across the street from me and it takes about six minutes to walk to her house. She has a big lawn out front of her place, and it’s the perfect area to break out the spring toys and spend some time in the sun. Or at least it was, before we all had to worry about infecting one another. I suppose we could go up and play while mom watched from the window, shouting cheers of encouragement when Buggy hit a ball.
Fun times …
If I’m being honest, spending this much time couped in a house with someone is unhealthy. It really strains your relationship, and when you can’t get any privacy because you live in a small apartment, it’s even worse. I know it’s not his fault he’s getting on my nerves … it’s my shit and I’m trying to deal with it without being a bitch to him.
I just miss people. Video chatting is great, and we’re lucky that we have that option, but it’s not the same. Everyone tries to talk at the same time and it ends up coming through as a noisy mess. If you don’t have a newer phone, like I don’t, the video lags and you end up always being ten seconds behind the rest of the conversation, anyway.
I will be happy when this is over. When we can all get back to some kind of normal. I don’t have any illusion that we will be able to snap back to exactly how it was before, but we can find a new normal that includes some kind of interaction with other people. That, that will be the happiest day of my life …