I paced myself as best I could today but still got over-stimulated.
So when my ENFP husband came home and began ticking off details for next week (I think it's next week): How many days he'll work; how many he'll have off; what he'll do; what he plans for us to do together; when he'll leave for some task in another city; how I'll have that time to myself...
I literally had to look down and away as always happens when I'm over-stimulated: Looking at someone, their expression mixed with my inner reaction, is too much.
I waited him out then said calmly, "I will not remember anything you just said, I'm exhausted, didn't get a break, all laundry and other tasks..."
He apologized, then while I was reading something online came over to my recliner, leaned over and a bit passed me while talking, to let me know he was putting Lens Wipes next to me.
There's more but I just want to say as I so rarely do: Being with an extravert, in particular an ENFP, is sometimes just too damn much thusness.
He's tired; I'm tired: Let's have quiet, shall we. (Rhetorical.)
He isn't too bouncy at his age especially for an ENFP, and he's a guy which really helps, but sometimes I wanna smack him with a rolled up newspaper as I never did to an actual puppy and say, "Sit, stay!" while I slowly back up, repeating it in a firm voice one more time, until I have backed up out the door and headed for the car and safety.
I almost censored myself--I type so damn fast--and wrote, "freedom."
Close enough in context as I would love one week paid, every Se stressing task done for me, away from here:
Binoculars, notebook (computer kind), notebook (paper kind), pillows, a bottle of Svedka (while I'm dreaming, dream big), sunshine, a light breeze, little in a suitcase, knowing he's enjoying the 'safety' too.
Grand idea(lism) at work, here.