Staying home with a baby or toddler is strange.Â You are never alone (ever) (even in the bathroom), but in some sense, you are always alone.Â The first eighteen months of staying home with Elizabeth were some of the most isolating times I’ve experienced in my entire life.
Babies are a tremendous amount of work (I’m not saying it isn’t worth it), but they don’t really provide a lot of company.Â Even at almost three and as delightful and charming and interactive as she is, Elizabeth still isn’t really company.Â I certainly enjoy being around her and interacting with her, but I would be stupid to depend on her for all my socialization.Â I find that if I don’t get a certain amount of time with other adults, I tend to get a little stir crazy.
I was working it out today and I figure that Elizabeth and I spend at least forty-five hours per week alone with each other.Â That is why I am careful to plan to do something pretty much every day and to make sure that we see other people at least twice a week.Â Because on the weeks that we don’t, I am not as patient and Elizabeth is bored.
What do you think?Â Have you noticed the lonely-but-not-alone feeling?
Disclaimer- I actually love staying at home with Elizabeth and given my choice, this is exactly what I would do.Â I’m just saying that I am careful to not be too alone.Â