Peopling!

I HATE peopling!

Even with the ones that I love…my own tribe. I still find it exhausting.

The only people I want around are Cookie Monster and PanKwake.

And other children. I generally don’t mind having little humans around.

The thing is…I have an EXTROVERTED autistic daughter whom I choose to home educate. So it is my responsibility to give her what she wants/needs…to constantly be going, doing and PEOPLING.

Our week is full of it…

  • Monday – Mommy Monday here at #HomeCrazzyHome
  • Tuesday – playdates with our friends or home ed sports
  • Wednesday – our besties are here for the day + every other week we have home ed gymnastics and playgroup
  • Thursday – besties again + every other week Bushcraft
  • Friday – Family Fun Friday with adventure play, climbing wall, swimming and board rider at the local leisure center.

By the time that Saturday and Sunday come around I am EXHAUSTED. But I also need to use that time to get loads done around the house.

And on top of ALL that the next couple of months are loaded with our Parties…

  • Last night was the going-away party for the miraculous Mog – PanKwake’s carer
  • Then it is Halloween.
  • Less than a week later we are adding a small one Guy Fawkes Night. Our top floor is the perfect observatory of the fireworks display for #neurodivergent little humans who might like to see them but cannot manage the crowds or the noise. It would be a shame not to open the house for that.
  • Then Thanksgiving – sooooooooooooooo much to give thanks for this year.
  • Christmas!
  • New Year’s.
  • PanKwake’s birthday.

It boggles my mind thinking about it all. But I am lucky in that most of the people I am around…are my type. Deep thinkers…non-conformists…rebels like me.

When we get together this truly is our conversations…

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There is nothing that tires me out faster than polite small talk. Especially about shallow and materialistic things like cars, holidays, or even houses. I simply don’t care about those things…unless they changed your life.

When I do get together with my tribe…we talk about…

  • The things that need changing in this world…and how we can…
  • How to be better partners, parents, and humans…
  • Computers…lots and lots of computers…but even then it is not just the stuff I don’t understand but a lot about how all that other stuff might change our lives as we know them…and THAT does interest even me…
  • Religion…not as the preachy stuff but about how it should make people better but usually doesn’t…
  • Lots about #neurodivergence…and a fairer, more just place for all…
  • About our homes…not houses…but homes…
  • Our children…as little humans…and how we can mentor them into better humans…
  • And yes…sex too. I always get that one in there somehow.
  • And all those others too.

By the time my people leave or I get home…I am both exhilarated and exhausted.

I want to know what makes you tick. And I don’t want to have to pretend to be something I am not. I don’t want to have to be polite.

I want…need…to be ME. Raw. Loud. Crass. And oh so REAL!

That…DEPTH, EMOTION, and TWISTED MIND!

If I have to do peopling, then I want to be among others who feel the same…my tribe.

And 90% of the time I am…but that other 10%…ARGH!

Okay…time to get off of here and go to work. Make up for all that time PEOPLING by getting some stuff done around my refuge and fortress…#HomeCrazzyHome!

Published by Tara Cox

Writer of Literary Erotica Real-life, hot sex, deep meaning... In my day job, I am homemaker, home educator, urban farmer, and homesteader at our @HomeCrazzyHome.

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