It’s funny how things change. How mundane duties and appointments can somehow become a small oasis of calm. Selena graciously calls my two darlings “dynamos.” She’s being very polite, and yet very direct at the same time. My two (and I’m sure most kids ages 2.5 through 6) don’t ever stop. Unless they are are eating or sleeping. And even then it’s questionable. With that intro, I give you this list:
Things I now look forward to because they are places where I cannot be interrupted:
1) The shower at the gym. It’s crazy, but true. At home, my children don’t think twice about talking to me through the shower curtain at 7 a.m. Or passing in the toothpaste tube they can’t get open. At the gym, the children are in childcare. And while I could be paged, rules say I have ten minutes to fetch them after I hear the page. (This policy was clearly developed by a mom of toddlers who knew most parents could go from a state of undress to a state of clean and dressed in 10 minutes or less.)
2) The doctor’s office. Sure, sometimes the kids have to come with me. But 90% of the time, I take them to a friend’s house or go while they’re in school. So I get 10 minutes of reading magazines to myself in the office, and I get to lie down on the exam table for a short time too. I ignore the poking, the proding, and the paper dress.
3) Jury duty. Jury duty can be kind of a pain, especially when you have to drive to the courthouse, pay to park and go through security. But once you get through that, there’s a day of quiet waiting no one can take away from you. I read Eat, Pray, Love cover to cover the one time I’ve been called for jury duty but not utilized. I dream of my number being called up again.
4) Around the corner, in the kitchen, between the fridge and the sink. Ok, I could be interrupted here. But it’s a great spot for me to take a moment because the kids can’t see me from their favorite spots in the living room. I can stand there, drink some coffee, have snack, catch up on the Internet via my phone, and in general, give myself a minute before jumping back into the fray.
So now tell me – what are your “special quiet times” (away from kids, pets, family, co-workers, whomever)? Where do you remember your mom hiding?