My little introvert at Christmas

Avery’s an introvert. And I’m not just saying that because I want her to be one because I’m one and I think introverts are great. Lately she has been asking to step away when social gatherings or playdates get too boisterous. We had a friend over today with her two high strung kids and Avery sat in the corner doing a puzzle while the siblings fought and screamed at each other and cried to their mother (not a great example for us to witness as we plan to have another child, btw… feeling some mixed feelings now…) Anyway, Avery was watching them out of the corner of her eye while she played by herself. Then eventually she cuddled up on my lap and continued to watch them. Then she asked if she could go up to her room to play with toys.

I totally support her need to step away. Some family members think she’s being antisocial (story of her young life…), but I think it’s really healthy that she can recognize when she needs some alone time and can act on that need rather than getting overwhelmed and emotional. As we enter a week full of Christmas festivities, I’m going to do my best to ensure she has the opportunity for a quiet reprieve. I feel so defensive of her budding introversion… I don’t know why its seen as some kind of social weakness ☹️

Happy holidays to all, and may you get the opportunity to recharge your batteries in whatever form that takes.

Past my bedtime

We went to my wife’s work holiday party on the weekend. My mom babysat. The dinner was amazing, and it was nice to get dressed up for a change. But by 9:30, I was ready to go home and cuddle in bed watching Netflix. When the music started for the dance, I could no longer hear any of the conversations going on around me. I sat there like a lump on a log, watching the time tick by, dreaming of my comfy bed, and trying not to dwell on what time I’d be woken up in the morning, or how many times I’d be needed through the night. By 10:30 I was grumpy. Our ride was being chivalrous and not pressuring his other “fares” to wrap it up for the night. My wife sat with me but didn’t want to say anything to our ride, and didn’t want to offend him by calling a cab.

So there we sat, watching people dance, looking like the grumpy, party pooper uncles at a wedding.

Finally, by 11:45, we got our lift home. I hate being such a party scrooge, but I really just love quiet, intimate events that end before my bedtime. Am I a 90 year old trapped in a 32 year old’s body? Maybe.

On the plus side, Avery only woke once in the night, and slept in until EIGHT FUCKING THIRTY. She has never slept that late. Thank you, wonderful child.