From Hazel’s birth until last week, my life was an introvert’s paradise. I stayed mostly at home with my family, venturing out only when and where I felt like it, and time passed in a blur of naps and feeds and nappy changes and West Wing episodes. Visitors came mostly in ones or twos. No one expected me to remember anything or feel particularly chatty or function normally. It was quiet. It was safe. It. was. AWESOME.
I’m still feeling dazed after being catapulted back into The Real World where Alan goes to work and sisters get married in Adelaide and people argue with each other online and there are church events to organise and attend and a whole election campaign underway (it came as a bit of a shock to realise that voting for Josiah Bartlet won’t be an option come Saturday).
I want the bubble back.