A quiet blogging homeschool mom's night out.

Unlabled Mama, a friend and fellow homeschool blogging mom, and I are leaving the state for the ultimate mom's night out. 

We both need the break like crazy and though I feel a little guilty about leaving Hubby home alone while he is recovering, I am honestly looking forward to an evening of not hovering over him and checking his blood pressure every time he sneezes or yawns.  Okay, I'm not that bad, and he loves every minute of it, but I'm tired and really need to get out of here, if not physically, then mentally and emotionally...and the tickets to the concert we are attending during our escape were purchased in January when I had no idea what was coming. 

"Nickelback, Seether, My Darkest Days, and Bush all in the same arena."  I keep saying it to myself trying to fathom the insanity. 

The thing that cracks me up is that Unlabeled Mama is as shy and quiet as I am and we have tickets on the floor, front and center.  There we'll be, standing quietly in the middle of all that raucous.  Cracks me up. 

But for myself, as a sensitive person, it's the total sensory immersion in events of this sort that I crave. It's all or nothing.  That's how I am with everything.  I don't turn up the stereo much at home and despise a t.v. that is "too loud".  I can't tolerate fireworks, sirens, kids screaming (other peoples'), motorcycle roars, etc., but need to feel those drums vibrating my sternum and the strains of a guitar through my gut at a live concert.  I can't eat just a piece a chocolate.  It's a lot, often, or none at all.  Fortunately, I'm in the none at all phase right now.  The heat really irritates me, it's in the 80's again today in the mountains, but I can melt under the Florida sun on vacation like it's nothing.  I want it all.  And it can go either way, I may be wound up for days unable to sit still following a concert of this size or exhausted and ready to go into seclusion to recover.  I never know. 

I guess I'll find out later in the week.

And these silly traits of mine, that I used to be ridiculed for or made to feel weren't normal, I am beginning to recognize and understand.  With the understanding comes the knowledge of how to take care of myself and I am grateful every day that I finally know who I am and that being "sensitive" is okay.  Yay me! 

And thank heavens there is a concert on the horizon because I was really starting to suffer some major withdrawal.  Actually, there are a few.  It's going to be a fabulous summer.  The summer that I turn 40. Gulp.  4-0...