How Hyper Are You?

I often wonder how hyper I was when I was younger.  Was I challenging for my Mom and Dad?  Was I an annoyance to my teachers because I was always daydreaming?  I know my husband finds me exhausting.  The simple task of watching a 30 minute sitcom annoys him as my legs are twitching the entire time until the commercial breaks and then I dart off.

I charge into 20 directions, take on more than I can typically handle, and flood the world with my erratic emotions.  It’s fun though; I keep Steve on his toes and the girls love all of our adventures.

I’ve taken up crocheting to help me calm down and focus.  Focus I do but my mentor thinks I’m nuts with how many scarves I’ve whipped out already.  I find myself crocheting into the wee hours.  However it is good for my mojo since I get to have some sort of creative outlet.

Not that playing house, taking hikes and finding playgrounds we’ve never been to isn’t an outlet; it’s just not the kind of creative outlet I seek.

I look at my girls and think they are so fun and love to do all the things I love to do.  For instance L is my “yarner”.  She rolls out the yarn as I crochet.  And H is my folder; she likes to help fold and put the laundry away.  They can keep up with me on an all-out attack on fun either at the beach, party or park or even all 3.

The problem I am finding is not with my girls but me.  It’s just who we are.  I used to wonder why L was so darn active but look at me.  I might not need to run around in large circles in the yard before I go to bed for a good 30 minutes to get the wiggles out but I certainly can’t sit still.

Just this morning after I got L ready for school she spun around in circles and then jumped on the bed for 10 solid minutes.  She was just in her own little gigglefest world.  It’s what she needs.  If she starts to get cranky we go for a walk or do some kind of outdoor activity. 

H on the other hand doesn’t display the same type of activeness in great spurts but she is more of a slow and steady.  She can watch a TV show but gets bored with a movie.  She wakes up happy and all day just plugs along like a little turtle; never stopping.

These girls are a complete product of me and I love it.  There was a time when I fought being an emotional person but the world is short on them so I am happy to take one for the team.  When I’m happy I am so stinkin’ happy, when I am sad I am so stinkin’ sad, and so on.  There is no middle ground.  It is who I am, it is who we are and I am happy, really happy about it.

Unless of course this picture is something I shouldn’t be happy about….although I’m guessing this comes from their Dad’s side:)