I tried to have some "me" time last night. My feet were aching, Michael was gone for the night, the kids were in bed . . . . the perfect night for a hot soak in the tub.
I drew the hot water . . . .it was calling my name. Before I could get in, L wandered into the bathroom - who knows why. She started asking questions about the tub full of hot water. Before she left the bathroom she felt compelled to put her hand in the water to "test the temperature".
Thinking she was gone for the night, I settled in to begin my hot soak. Over the course of the next 10-15 minutes she found reason to be back in the bathroom 3 times. Each time under the pretense of some burning question or a need to use the toilet. And each time - needing to test the water before she left the room.
I was starting to feel sorry for myself - will I ever get 5 minutes to myself? Will I ever be able to relax in private? Just then I had about 7 minutes with no interruptions - maybe it was possible to relax after all. Just as I was closing my eyes and really relaxing I hear movement in G's room. Then the small 3 year old voice, "Mommy, mommy . . . . .I have to go poopy."
The days AND evenings are long . . . but I know the years are short. The long hot baths may have to wait for a few more years.
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