Kind of like that but with a few changes. First of all, I would not be outside, nevermind climbling a tree, and of course, it's missing my sweat pants. Oh and I'm not a dog. Yeesh, I haven't let myself go that bad! But other than that, I feel exactly like that.
The thing is, though, I don't feel isolated or alone. I'm not wandering around the house, wringing my hands, crying, and depressed because I'm alone.
In fact, it's quite the opposite.
The weemonkey and I hang out, watch cartoons, and play. And then we take a nice nap. Then we wake up, have lunch, do some coloring. It's all very important stuff we do. I've almost taught him how to write his name, we're in the process of potty training (the weemonkey, not myself) and we stay inside, warm and unbothered.
I know that I should be calling my friends (all two or three of them) and having them over for playdates and coffee but I'm just not up to it. And it has nothing to do with my friends or their kids. I just prefer my days to be the way they are.
No schedule, no structure, just me and the weeman. And then when the older monkeys get home, we do homework and wait for The Hubs to get home.
I'll be the first to admit that it's not exactly the "jet setter" life that some people feel they need to have. I know those people, I once was one. I was Super Mom! Always on the go, always volunteering at the school, taking the kids to dance classes, having playdates, go, go, go.
Then I realized, that in all that time playing Super Mom, I wasn't taking care of myself and I wasn't really spending time with my family. I guess, in that way, you could say that the MS has been a blessing or a wake up call.
I have decided to look at it this way.
Maybe I'm not becoming a recluse so much as I'm in a form of hibernation, waiting for the Winter and all of it's cold and bitterness to go away so that I can come back out and "bloom" in the Spring.Now, doesn't that sound so much better than being a recluse?
P.S. I still haven't gotten my first injection of Tysabri. They've rescheduled me for the third time now. Supposedly, this Thursday is my day. We'll see. Maybe the 3rd time will be a charm!