Huh.

I'm introverted. Dealing with people makes me nuts, generally, and I always need time to recharge afterwards.

That said, there are a few people who tire me much less than the average person. Fellow introverts don't tire me very much, because they get it, and they don't mind sitting in silence for a few minutes. Some extroverts don't tire me much, because they're actually fun enough to be around that I don't have to put any real effort into being with them.

There are also a very few people in the world who don't tire me out at all. These people are precious to me.

(Nearly everyone I game with and hang out with often fits into this.)

Then there's my family--and Elli's. Both of them tire me out, some individuals even more than most folks. My niece Kayla, for example: two hours with her and I'm completely wiped out. She is a HUGE attention whore, and because she sees me only about once a year, I get the brunt of it.

Anyway, those folks I keep close are precious to me, which I guess is why my relatively few-but-significant failures with them weigh on me so much. I STILL think I deserve a plasma flame from one in particular, who seems to have (mostly) forgiven me, which is far better than I could do in his place.

Anyway. Those are my weird thoughts for the day.

My day in bullet points

*Got up with Tegan (Sorry I didn't hear her sooner, honey!)

* Got Tegan dressed, dressed myself.

* Went to park, played with Teegs for over an hour running and sliding and pushing her on the swing, and MAN am I tired.

* Got bike tire (mostly) fixed. Let's hope it works right.

* Did some (not all) dishes, then read while Tegan napped for an hour.

* Played outside with Teegs in backyard, discovered she's afraid of the sand moving around her feet--she started crying because my moving the sand around in one part of the sandbox made her think something was under her in the sand! Poor baby!

* Now playing with baby in family room. She's a really good baby, but she's missing Mom something fierce. When she woke up from her nap, she said "I want mama." When I said mama was at work, she started to cry until I offered to take her out in the backyard to play. Now she's demanding penguins.

I love my life. No, really. Even though ten months out of the year, I want to smash heads regularly.