Something switched after the bambina was born and I just didn't feel like calling people back. I think, in truth, part of it was because if that friend / medical person / family member heard my voice, they'd know I wasn't doing too swell, and I didn't want to 'fess up to my postpartum baby blues. But then the other part was that I was actually enjoying the quiet. When I would have a chance to call someone back (like, I wasn't tending to a newborn, pumping, or trying to catch some zzz's), I just wanted to "sit and be quiet," which is something that I sometimes make fun of my beloved semi-introverted husband for.
In fact, now, in order for me to talk on the phone, I almost want to be doing something else simultaneously that's worthwhile, so that I feel like I haven't used up all my designated quiet time. If someone calls, I might start cleaning, or emptying the dishwasher, or sorting laundry, in other words, semi-thoughtless but productive tasks. So, maybe it's good that people call me, and I answer the phone now, whereas I used to just let it go to voicemail (shame, shame on me!), because then I get things done!
One of my mantras (to steal from Jessica @ Sew Homegrown) for 2011 is
Everything in moderation.
Including phone calls.
And the internet.
And googling "gluten free dinner recipes." I mean, c'mon! Give it up.
So I'm just going to let go. Variety is the spice of life, so I'm going to try to kick back and do a little here, a little there, and let moderation balance me out. But you know, stick to my guns on the important stuff. (Not that I have guns or even know how to use them, but I'm pretty good on the Wii and have been known to kick a few brothas in self defense.)