I want to talk about the awesome week I just spent in Ontario with my mother’s side of the family. I want to talk about potato canons, and drunken mistakes with chinese lanterns, and 1000 piece puzzles, and the weirdness of hanging out with a bunch of cousins who share many of my nerdy ways.
But I can’t get up the enthusiasm because I’m too exhausted.
That week WIPED me. And I clearly didn’t have a lot of energy going into the vacation.
Oddly, the exhaustion is not directly due to the fact that I spent a week in a cottage with 20 relatives.
A significant portion of my mother’s siblings and their children are introverts. So while they enjoyed each other immensely, no one was surprised or disapproving if you wanted to disappear to your bedroom for a while, or take a book down to read at the beach (I walked down to the beach with Owl one sunny morning and found SIX relations reading on lounge chairs and no one in the water).
But I was trying to do several things at once:
