I was LONELY.
(I'm sure this was partly due to the fact that I had post-partum and moved with a four week old baby and my husband had to deploy 7 weeks after Samantha was born..and she was collicy...but I digress)
All I could think about was 'getting out' and I was frustrated when I couldn't because of nap time or sickness or a baby that never stopped crying or _______.
I wanted to see people.
Talk to people.
Who used real words.
I was consumed with my feelings of isolation.
I felt trapped and lonely.
(now I'm healed and bonded with all my babies and peaceful and in love with my mommyhood....could have a lot to do with the next thoughts, but I digress)
My kids are getting older and I DREAM about being isolated.
I crave it.
I long for it.
If you told me I was going to spend a week in the woods by myself I might jump up and down and get all excited (I'd check and make sure all my girls were going to be loved and safe while I was gone and make sure I could come back after the week, but I'm just making the point that 'isolation' all the sudden has a different meaning to me!)
Why was I thinking about this?
I was using the bathroom at Target, the girls were all done, standing up against the wall (still our rule!) waiting for me, everyone was being relatively quiet and I thought to myself, "I think I'll just stay in here, isolated, for a few minutes. I could use some isolation right about now".
Oh how times have changed......