closet shame

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“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!

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  1. Oh, I remember those days well!! My closets were too small, so had to resort to the bathroom. I never thought about bringing chocolate with me, but it sure does sound like a great idea! More power to you, Kandi. Hope the book and chocolate soothed your soul enough to ” face the music” once you resumed your “mommy” role. I have a wonderful visual of your escape choice. Love it!!

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