Am I the only one who occasionally hides from her kids? I don’t mean seriously hide, I mean standing in the corner of the laundry room, eyes shut, clutching a handful of carbohydrates. Every now and then I just have to steal a few minutes in a room I know my kids would never inhabit.
This leaves me with two choices; the laundry room or the cedar closet. Until I find a guy who thinks the smell of cedar is an aphrodisiac I’ll stick to the space behind the dryer. It just gives me a moment to re group and re adjust.
It started out as an experiment. I would wait in there while my children screamed for seconds on lemonade. I thought that if they did not see me they might actually seek out their own liquids. So far no such luck!