When locks just aren't enough

Ever since the kids could crawl they have always been under my heels. Taking care of the kids all the time without really having a break can get to you. Especially, when you live in a small house. We all know it’s great when our husbands come home to take some of the load off. But, just because he’s home it does not mean you’re off. Being the mom you are the 24/7 provider and that’s just the facts (at least in my house anyways). I sometimes feel like I just can’t catch a break. Everyone is always needing something, all the time. There really is no Me time until they are all in the bed asleep. About the only time I get to sit down is when I stop to pee. Even then it’s not without someone charging through the door in dire need of something. Years ago it started out with tiny little fingers reaching underneath the door and two eyes desperately trying to peek. So, some where over time it went from just plain cute to “why won’t they just leave me alone for five minutes!”. Over the years I’ve tried to remember to be smart and lock the door behind me. I feel like when I am in the bathroom showering, peeing or just putting on makeup it’s My time. My time to breathe and relax for just a moment, away from it all. Yet No one in this house gets that. Not the kids and certainly not my husband when he’s home. No, instead he's playing on the computer or watching TV, oblivious to anything. (My bad... I've spoiled him rotten!) So, no matter what I am trying to do in the bathroom, the knocking begins. Now you know you can’t hear anything outside a door when you’re showering. You yell back and forth and try to hear what is So important. Telling them to wait just isn’t an option, because they will still stand mumbling at the door until you shut off the water to answer. If you do turn off the water to hear, by the time you turn it back on you’re wondering whether or not you already washed your hair. Meanwhile here they are back two minutes later pressing their mouth against the crack of the door trying to talk to you again.
I know one day it will all come to an end and I will curse that peace I was so desperately wanting. So until then I will just hold my head behind that door, take a few breaths, sigh and answer them back sweetly.

Damsel in Distress

I’ve been at the church early every morning to get ready for our big Valentines Day dinner Saturday. This morning I was extra early and the first one to arrive at the church. It’s freezing cold and while locking up the car and getting Jacob out, the back door closed on me before I could catch it. There sat Jacob locked in the half shut door. Everything but my phone was in there with him. I have locked my keys in the car I can’t tell you how many times but never with the baby! I instantly panicked when I couldn't reach Jason and called 911. I was so upset and shaken, I knew he was okay but that didn’t help. Two cop cars one being the town sheriff showed up along with the fire department. I was so embarrassed, I had a spare key and where was it? In my purse locked up also. I can’t imagine what the church women were thinking as they pulled in and saw all this going on. (As if the other day wasn’t bad enough!) After 30 minutes I was finally able to quit playing peek a boo through the window and get him out. By that time Jason finally showed up coming to my rescue yet again. After a kiss from my chattering lips he was able to see we were okay and inform me of what I already knew I did wrong. I guess after umpteen times of coming to my rescue it was hard to believe this time it wasn’t my fault. Needless to say I had a Bad morning and i'll have a lot of petting to do tonight!