“Mom! Mom! MOM!!!!” the girls call to me in unison getting progressively louder.
“What!?” I ask slightly irritated.(To be fair, I am deaf in one ear, so when I am absorbed in something, I really don’t hear them.)
They then proceed to show the their cartwheels, dance routine, play or cheer for the tenth time in the last hour.
“Great!” I smile and return to my book, laptop, gardening, laundry or whatever else has preoccupied my mind.
“What?” I ask again cranky.
“Watch us! Please!”
They then start their routine over.
I sigh. Smile wryly and silently ask God for patience.
Does this sound familiar? Or is it just me? Have you ever noticed when you start talking on the phone,, pulling weeds in the garden or reading a good book or writing a blog article, that all of a sudden your children take a special interest in you? Their neediness moves into overdrive, questing for my undivided attention to the point of almost rudeness. As an introvert I need to have a little “me” time to escape into my thoughts and recharge. A time where I don’t have to answer questions or find lost shoes or help with chores or make a PB&J sandwich. I long for interrupted alone time, but lately this time has alluded me. Pushed to my limits of patience, I become a bit “grouchy” and a little “snappy” with them.
Don’t get me wrong. I love spending time with my girls. Working 40 hours a week in my day job, they miss me and I miss them. I enjoy their company, yet also enjoy my own company. I need to find the balance between “mommy” time, “work” time and “wife” time (yes, my husband wants me time too – go figure) and “me” time. My head throbs trying to work it out so everyone gets their “piece” and there is still enough left over for me.
In the past I tried getting up extra early in the morning to carve out that time. Lately though, insomnia’s knocked right on my door around 3 AM, so I’m just falling back asleep when the early alarm goes off. I’m not sure how to solve this problem and am not likely to figure it out this evening as…guess what?
The girls are calling me. They need help feeding their rabbits, getting a Popsicle from the freezer and…
Any ideas? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?