Could I get a little privacy please?
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
One day I will again have privacy. Time alone even. The other day I was thinking about how the only time I have alone is when I am riding the train to work and then I realized that the train is actually full of people and it is sad that I think that is my time alone!
I guess I do actually have a little time alone. When I am running. But that is some serious work just in order to have some time alone...and if you don't think that is one of the reasons I run you've not got a very good grasp on living with tiny little people. I only have two of them...I cannot imagine people who have four or six of them!
This all really occurred to me this morning when, through the fogged up door of the shower I could just make out the image of a tiny person lurking over by the bathtub eating a salami sandwich and gazing at me. (no...not some creepy neighbor thankfully but rather little Liam) My bathroom time is, apparently his bathroom time. He has some sort of radar that goes off when I go in there. If I am on the toilet he will come in and cheerfully inquire as to whether I am "going poo poo or pee pee". He says it while sort of cocking his head and looking really interested. He will then offer to get me the correct amount of toilet paper for the task like some kind of tiny (really) personal assistant. However, a normal personal assistant would not break down in tears and throw themselves on the floor if I forgot to let them flush for me. At least I don't think that they would...I've never had a personal assistant before.
We have two doors to our bathroom. It seems like if I do ever get him sent out one of the doors on some kind of mission like telling him "I think Daddy has food..." then, who comes in the other bathroom door but Quintessa. She is chattering on telling me things like ”I was waiting just outside the door. I thought Liam would never leave. Good move telling him that daddy has food! Why are your legs so prickly? Ooooh is that makeup?”
It just never ends.
…I can be sleeping and a small child will show up breathing in my face asking me if I am awake and wondering if I can get them cheese at like one in the morning!
…As I am getting Liam ready to go to barnehage after breakfast he likes to smell my breath and then guess what I have just been eating.
…Quintessa likes to choose my clothes for the day and if I let her I would be wearing a full length evening gown with shiny flowered black rain boots and a big red sun hat to work.
…I often wonder how many calories are actually in my bowl of museli…I will never know because Liam heads right over to it with a spoon to share with me every time I pour myself a bowl!
I do remind myself that this will not go on forever. One day I will get to take a tub with out having someone hang over the side asking me if I need any bath toys and then just staying to ask me random questions and splash their hands around. I will one day eat an entire apple. One day my children will not be intrigued and full of questions when I pass gas. I know this and yet sadly, I also realize that along with this they will probably not run giggling into my arms when I pick them up at school or snuggle into my robe every morning…holding my hand won’t be a necessity. When I get tired and grumpy from the lack of time alone and having no privacy I will try to remember this and relish the abundance of attention that I get right now. …but still. it would be nice to do a plank exercise without someones face appearing and grinning up at me between my hands!