Long, long ago, Mr. E and I decided, that though we were in the same career field, it would not be a good idea for us to work together. We would rather stay married than do that. We need our individual space, we thought.
After a solid week of him being at home recuperating from surgery, I can assure you that our long-ago selves were very wise. Holy. Cow. Do I ever need some space!
Not helping: first week out of school, so the Baboos are underfoot constantly.
Also helping and not helping: my parents being here to help. Extra people in the house, breathing my air, making noises I have to pay attention to. (They left Friday, but their energy remains, I guess, since I'm still whining about it).
It's the whine of the introvert, pixies.
He gets his stitches out tomorrow. Here's hoping he will be willing to be seen in public after that.