Circumstances dictated that me and the little one are chilling out at home, so that’s what we’re doing. The only thing of particular interest in that is my enjoyment of the fact I can do this without being guaranteed to end up screaming and crying from the stress of having to deal with a small person’s needs. That is definitely in part to her advancing age, but also in part to having a better basis for stability inside myself. We’re both sort of doing our own thing together, much like myself and her father have always done since living together. Oh, there’s still interaction and snuggles and chatting, but it’s pretty much the introvert’s dream — we all get to have our own bubbles, but we just happen to put our bubbles near to each other. It’s a pretty kick-ass way to live, I tend to think.
*eyes child* Of course, as soon as I say this, she gets fractious… such is life, right? But that’s so much more tolerable when the little people can half-assedly articulate their issues, however relevant they may or may not be. Like her insistence that she’s chasing the cats off because they’re eating her jammies when they most certainly are not — that one will always make me laugh.
Anyways, back to that, and hopefully a few more little person cuddles as well.