If the kids and I spend any amount of time apart, as soon as we're together they talk to me. Nonstop. I sit and listen patiently to their day at school, or to the MOST EXCITING thing that happened to them, or to what they saw on their way home, or whatever.
I'll hold whatever personal needs I may have until there is a break in conversation, then I'll find a way to escape to say, the bathroom for a minute or two (or five, depending on my bathroomly needs), to take care of my needs personally and quietly.
Inevitably I hear a knock at the bathroom door just as I sit down.
Can I have an apple for a snack?
(In my sweet motherly singsong voice I reply) Of course! Now go on and enjoy your snack...
Ok thank you!
Yesterday I sat down on the throne for a longer, more personal visit (read: I needed to poo) and, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door. It was Amanda.
Can I eat a Cup O Noodles?
Of course, now can I have a little time to myself?
Oh yeah, sorry I just wanted to ask
Amanda I'm POOING.
Oh, sorry but do you mind if
Keep on talking and you're gonna hear it!
Here it GOEEESSSSS!!!
Next time maybe I'll do my business with the door wide open. They'll run so far away they'll lose cell phone reception.