et tu, Grey Kitty?
As pathetic as this is, something I really look forward to throughout the week is being able to go to the bathroom and take a dump on my own with no interruption or intrusion from my children on Saturday mornings. Mr Sauce is home to make breakfast and care for the children while I poop. One of the hardest things for me about having little kids is the lack of personal physical space, it always seems like someone is touching me, hanging off me and generally demanding 100% of my attention. Last night both the kids slept beside me and I woke up feeling claustrophobic and hostile. After coffee, I took a magazine and headed for the john to have my weekly solo shit. Things were well underway when all of a sudden the bathroom door bursts open and there is Grey Kitty, beloved family cat and generally my ally in avoiding the children, intruding on my 'alone' time.
"scat, go away Grey Kitty" I hiss.
She pays no attention and strolls into the bathroom mewing her loudest mew, communicating to me that her kibble bowl is empty. She is determined for me to follow her downstairs and take care of this immediately so she stays in the bathroom with me while I finish up. Oh well, there is always next Saturday to look forward to.
* I'm all fight and no flight *
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Goodness. I relate a bit. Since H was born (ten weeks ago...whoa) I have been downright irritated by the cats. I just don't have time for their BS lately.
25/MN and WA. Queer, veg, single, AP mama to DD2.5.
It seems like some days every last bit of my personal space is being invaded by Devon and Flora (Callum is not as touchy feely a kid) and when I go to hide in the bathroom (to poop or take a bath) someone shows up wanting my attention or ask a question or climb into my fucking bath---arggggh. I've stopped taking baths cause I get too irritated
May you get some peace and space. And scat, little gray cat.
"Stop throwing everything away. There is no away"
I can deal with almost all the personal space intrusion, except for face-touching (also hair/neck/ear-touching). S has taken to touching my face, lovingly mostly, but sometimes in that poky-pinchy sticky-fingered kid way that makes me want to bite off his hand. Plus there is his newest habit of narrating every second of every day starting from the moment he gets up and running constantly unless he is a) eating, b) asleep or c) playing (and this one is hit and miss) - if I fail to respond appropriately when given the opportunity he will repeat himself until one of us gets sick of it.
And when he wants to sit on my lap in the can.
My version of your Saturday morning dump is my Saturday morning shower (poo time is never private time in our house 
) and this morning I missed it because I had to go to the doctor's to get a gnarly-ass infected things by my finger nail lanced... it was neither enjoyable nor refreshing.
Oh well, there is always next Saturday to look forward to.
This is so true! I so miss my solitary pre-kid poops, just me and Harry Potter, or whatever I'm reading at the time. Now it's always this phenomenon that I call "crawling with children". Gaah.
Here's hoping next Saturday you get your quiet time on the crapper!
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