I need a few minutes. It doesn’t matter where I am or who I’m with; if I don’t get a few minutes to myself every day, I start to feel trapped. I’ve noticed it at home, at work, on vacation – the circumstances don’t seem to matter. It doesn’t matter what I do, either. A few minutes with no demands on my time or attention is usually enough. And I’m getting it right now. John VII is sitting at the kitchen table with the instruction manual for his new TV, John VIII is in the chair with a book, Tom is sitting on the dog bed with a beer (he was sitting next to the dog, but she seems to have abandoned him), and Emily, Molly, Pat, and Tania are upstairs. I’m at the kitchen counter. Music is playing, everyone is occupied, and the house is peaceful.
We’ll see how long it lasts. 🙂
momma betty
I didn’t notice that so much when you guys were at home. Maybe I could always find some place to retreat to even when you were all around me. Or maybe that’s what TV and videos were for? (Bad mom!) But I used to really notice it when Nonny came to visit. I had to find some place by myself just for a little awhile. At the computer…under the bed….
Holly
I soooo hear you! Don’t have kids….
SuzRocks
I totally agree. I start to get all crazy and witchy when I don’t get my alone time. As I type, my husbands sleeping and I’m up doing whatever the heck I want. Which apparently is commenting on your blog!
Merry Christmas!
Zannah
Sounds like I’m not alone!
tokenblogger
A few minutes? I could use a week!
The Wombat
Holly speaks the truth–you rarely get a moment alone in the bathroom with kids. 😉
Zannah
Why would you want to be alone in the bathroom with your kids? 🙂