“Do I HAVE To?!!” *Wince* “Yes.” “Do You Mean That I–?” *Wince* “Yes!”

As I’ve said before, when I’m not busy being an extrovert I am most decidedly an introvert, and for most of my life that has meant that I needed time being left alone . . . sometimes a lot of time.

Unsurprisingly though, parenthood has continued to cut deeper and deeper into my alone time, and the adjustment, while . . . painful, hasn’t been entirely without merit.  For instance, recently I learned that a lot of the time I don’t technically need to be left alone, I just need the hurting to stop for a while . . .