Me time

I am a very private person. When I lived on my own I really didn't like people at my house all the time. I like to be around people for a certain length of time, and then I like them to go away. The length of time depends on a variety of factors, such as; how much I like the person, how annoying the person is, how entertaining the person is, what kind of mood I'm in, what the activity is, and what else I have to do. So for instance, if the person is very annoying, moderately entertaining, I like the person pretty well, and I'm in a good mood, I can spend a lot more time with that person if we're, say, watching a movie or at the carnival than if we're just sitting around staring at each other. If I'm in a bad mood that time decreases dramatically, and if I'm at the climax of a good book or involved in a good video game that time decreases to practically zero. If the person is very entertaining, not annoying, and I like them alot, and especially if they have money to pay for food and activities cause I'm perpetually broke, I could probably stay with them for days. Especially if I have nothing to read and am not in a video game mood. But regardless of all these factors, I still need my alone time, and that is a deal breaker. I've had friends that did not understand this need, and they are no longer in my life. The amount of alone time is dependent, not only on the above factors, but also on other factors, like how stressful work was this week, how much I have on my mind, my hormone levels, and how many people I have to deal with in my alone time. Now that I live with my family, the alone time is very high. Especially since my mom and son seem to have no concept of alone time. So. That being said, I used to wish that my son had friends int he neighborhood to play with. Now he has a friend. Ricardo. Ricardo is now at our house every second that he can possible be here. And sometimes his sisters are too. Like right now his 3 year old sister who doesn't speak English is staring at me and occasionly trying to engage me in conversation of a 3 year old non english sort of way. Ricardo and Ethan are palying video games in my room, and probably leaving a huge mess in their wake. It's terribly annoying. And what do you say, "Go away, I don't want you here anymore!" It's Saturday. They should be aloud to play together, but he's been here most of the week cause it's spring break, and I told him yesterday that Ethan couldn't play for the entire day. But I'm REALLY FREAKING SICK OF HIM! I want to spend time with Ethan, but I feel selfish for wanting him to spend time with me instead of his friend. Why doesn't this kids parents ever want to spend time with him? Maybe they're annoyed by him, too. Well, I'm going to set up my painting stuff now, probably with Lupita at my heels asking questions in Spanish all the time. GRRR.