Even before becoming homebound because of kitchen renovations, I have noticed that lately I start to feel like I am going crazy in the afternoons. The only way I can think to describe it is that I feel like I am going to crawl out of my own skin. I have tried to determine the cause. Am I tired of the kids? Well, sometimes, but generally I enjoy being with them. Is it anxiety over the tasks I have not yet accomplished this late in the day? That is a distinct possibility. Is it a lack of routine in a new place during the summer? That could be. Who knows?
After much consideration, I have decided that some of my afternoon madness could be caused by a lack of adult interaction. I think the lack of contact with other adults is one of the hardest parts of staying home with the kids. I try to meet up with friends at the park or have friends over, but there are some days (especially when we first move) that it just isn’t possible. There are times I am so ready for my husband to be home that I can hardly stand it. (There are other times when I am in a complete panic that he is on his way home, but that’s generally because the house is a complete wreck, as are the children and I.) My eagerness for him to come home is not so I can hand off the children to him, although he does his fair share of taking care of the kids when he’s home. I crave having a face-to-face conversation with another person who has mastered the English language. Even if our conversations are centered on the children or his day at work, I don’t have to guess at what he’s saying. There is no, “I don’t quite understand what you are saying. Can you show Mommy what you are talking about?” or “Why are you crying? Take a deep breath. I can’t understand between the sobs.” Talking on the phone to other adults helps, but it’s just not quite the same.
I have tried to ascertain the best way to combat this madness. I have come up with two possible solutions. I can either take up running in the late afternoon, OR I can start drinking. Running would be healthier, but drinking would be a whole lot easier. It’s still a toss-up at this point.