Have you ever seen those Huggies commercials where the parents dote on their first kid and treat them like glass? The reason those commercials are so effective is because all of us treated our first borns like a piece of glass. We santized the heck out of the place, and got everything baby proofed. I remember getting one of those memberships to the baby photo places and get pictures of her every single month. This could be a complete bitter post about those stupid photo places, but I’ll save that for another day.
Point is, we made sure that kid was completely taken care of. We even made sure that the kid didn’t get overwhelmed with too many people. Some people call that sensory overload. We didn’t want her to get overwhelmed with too many people or things going on around her. The crazy part is that we didn’t try that hard with our second kid and believe it or not, he didn’t mind. In fact, he actually thrives in environments where sensory overload is prevelant. The more friends he is juggling, the better for him. He runs toward a crowd. We will often see him playing online with friends and then inviting other people and he interacts with others.
On the other hand, there is me. I might be a multi-tasker, but when it comes to handling multiple people at a time I go crazy. Yesterday, just happened to be one of those days. I talked just yesterday about hating being in the middle of two different people. Well, I guess the universe decided that they were going to take that hatred of being in the middle and dumped me right in the middle.
I won’t get into the specifics, but yesterday I was right in the middle of a massive day of changes in my office when I got a text from my wife. She said, and I quote, “Holy ship (ship emoji) call me when you get a minute.” I always know that when she texts me to call her during the day it is urgent and usually bad news. My gut dropped like it does when I anticipate bad news, and I willed myself to call her. She dropped a bomb on me that involved people splitting up and it wasn’t the Jennifer Garner/Ben Affleck thing. Just as I completed my blog post about being in the middle of things, I instantly became a guy in the middle of things. Arrrrgh.
But it didn’t stop there. In the middle of talking to my wife on the phone someone beeped through. That never happens to me, so I was shocked and almost couldn’t figure out how to ignore call and go back to my wife. Anyway, it was my realtor, but I had to put him on ignore and went back to processing my wife’s bomb. Another of my friends wanted me to call him later. Three phone calls in one day. My head is about ready to explode.
Then my boss had a meeting with me and a few others about a whole metric ton of things I will be doing in the next year. I can barely process a day, let alone a year. Job security, but a lot of work too.
Then on the way home, I listened to the message that my realtor left. He wanted me to help him with some Facebook Ads. He was offering me money to do it, but I had to tell him how much. I have barely ever ran ads and have no idea what to charge.
Bitter Ben doesn’t do well with too many informations. So usually what I do is nothing.
What about you? How do you handle sensory overload? Do you crave it like my son? Or does your head explode like mine?
Bitter Sensory Overload Ben