I don’t get much alone time, which is bad for an introvert like me. This evening I must work, so I can’t go to my daughter’s ball game. I prepared an early dinner and packed the man and kids off to the game at 5:15. I poured myself a glass of wine as soon as the door shut behind them.
My job is a menial one and it’s right across the street, which gives me exactly thirty minutes to be alone. The only other time I get a bit of solitude is in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep, which is probably why I don’t get much sleep. The silence in the middle of the night is heavenly.
Not even the bathroom is inviolate in this household. The minute that I step in there and lock the door, a baby is banging on the door. “I want you, I want you!” If I decide to take a bubble bath after the kids are in bed, it never fails….knock, knock…”Mom, I have to poooooop!” Curse having only one bathroom. I think that even if we had two, the second one would explode the minute I decided to take a freaking bubble bath. And so, I am a dirty little anal-retentive bitch most of the time…
I thank you for sharing my little moment of solitude that is so rare I had to share it with all you strangers. When I get back home, all the family will be here, plus my niece for babysitting. We are going to have a backyard fire and make some smores.