It's probably a little weird to write about this the day after I post a sentimental rant about my kids growing away from me too quickly, but such is my life.
I have a confession to make.
Some days I can't stand having people touching me. Including my husband. Including my kids. It doesn't mean I don't love them, that is most certainly NOT the case. It's just that some days my body has sensory overload. I want my body to be mine solely. I want to sit in a chair by myself.
When I was nursing babies the intrusion on personal space was different. My body released oxytocin or whatever the heck that chemical is that makes you feel all special and happy. Plus I was feeding my child, so that was good too.
It's not every day that I crave personal space. It's not even every other day. It builds over time and one day I just have to declare my lap a non-kid zone. Then the mom guilt come in a bit when each child looks at me like I've just slapped him or her because I expressed my need for space. Sometimes it is days before I can have kids piled in my lap again without a slight grimace.
Is this one of my major flaws? Is this something unique to moms who are more introverted? I don't know. I do know that in order for us all to be happy I need to, at least occasionally, have my space.