How nice it would be to take a shower just once or twice without watchful eyes peering through the glass door. To use the potty without spectators would be fantastic. It might be surprising to know I’m not implicating my husband this time. In this particular instance, he was very trainable.
I would love to steal away to a quiet corner of the house with my iPad to read one of my many awaiting books. I’ve fantasized about enjoying some alone time in the laundry room. Of course I was doing the laundry in my fantasy, but that’s okay with me. I was doing it alone.
“Mommy, where are you!” It’s the infamous quote constantly echoed throughout my home. It always ends with an exclamation point, not a question mark. Because that’s how it’s bellowed here. It’s a demand, not a request. And there is no escape.
My 3 year-old daughter uses the demand countless times throughout each day. When he can’t find a particular item beneath the mounds of clothing and computer parts that live on the floor of his room, my teen son will make the demand as well. When necessary, I remind my husband that I’m not his mommy.
The Demand. It’s bittersweet. It’s one of the most annoying little sentences said to me, over and over again. And it’s the reassurance I seek to know I’m needed. It’s also one of the kicks in the panties I needed to finally create this blog, which, by the way, has been like giving birth to a third child.
This is my first post, which I’ve kept short and sweet–as I will try to do in the future. I feel like it’s my first day of kindergarten. I’m excited. I can’t wait to make new friends. And I’m nervous as hell.