No blogging this week because too much whizzing about. Last weekend elder daughter, her husband and their eleven month old baby came to stay for a few days. I blogged here about Joseph's birth. Nearly a year has passed and now he is a chuckling, smiling, just crawling, chubby legged baby with the most amazing appetite and a thoughtful, cheerful approach to life. Everyone thinks their grandchildren are beautiful I imagine. Well mine are! It is also lovely to see my daughter and her husband as parents:calm, funny, co-operative, loving, competent. I'm sure I wasn't half as good at it.
Then a changeover on Tuesday and as they leave we leave too to visit my parents in Devon. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live near your family? All my adult life I have lived two hundred miles or so away from my parents and now I also live quite a way from three out of the four children. I must have spent months, maybe even years of my life on the M6, stuck in traffic jams in Birmingham or crawling imperceptibly slowly up the hill out of Bristol.
A couple of days with my parents and great to see everyone, a birthday meal with my mother, a walk with my sister as well as a catch up with my nephew and niece and then it is back on the road again for the long haul north. Come through the door, have a shower, do my welsh homework, make some food and fall out of the door again to go to Welsh class. Yesterday does have the oasis of quiet and calm which is yoga for an hour and a half in the early afternoon but there is also breadmaking, food shopping and endless laundry. Today I have been cooking quinces for quince jelly, making lemon drizzle cakes for cottage visitors and doing the cottage changeover. Tomorrow older grandson is coming for a couple of days and we have a trip to the Mountain Zoo at Colwyn Bay planned.
You'd have thought amongst this frantic activity I wouldn't have the time or the inclination but somehow I am BORED. How can this be? Does this happen to other people? I am pretty sure that what I really need is not some strange diversion but some time to myself. Too much time to myself and I get melancholy and stuck as I love company, am quite extrovert in many ways and need other people, but too little time to myself and I get agitated and overwhelmed, especially if what I am doing involves giving out to people all the time. I suspect this strange, agitated sense is not boredom at all but a need to be by myself for an hour or so and to do very little. I must be the only introverted extrovert, or extrovert introvert, I know.
What's your balance of introversion and need for people? Go on, tell me I am not nuts!