“That’s freak’n funny”
This is what my dear sweet husband says as he opens the door to my closet. You see I’m sitting on the floor reading my kindle while eating a few pieces of chocolate.
I thought I was in heaven.
I’ve been caught.
You see I’m hiding from the children.
You see it’s 5 o’clock and its too early for dinner and bedtime, but too late for the naps they were supposed to take. They are loud, obnoxious, delirious, pestering and cranky.
I want nothing to do with them.
Well for at least 20 minutes or so. Is that so much to ask?
I get it. This is the job I signed up for. A 24/7 no vacation (because vacations are far more work than regular life!) no pay, no promotion, no outstanding award winner, no upward ladder climbing job I have. Which is fine. Most days. But sometimes? Sometimes a girl just needs to get away.
So my get away was a closet.
Maybe next time I’ll head to a room with a lock on it.
Please tell me that you too have devised a “good luck your on your own peeps!’ moment just to get a little alone time. I can’t be the only one. Right? Right?? Tell me about it!