Honestly, I go through so many of my days without hardly sitting at all. Not for meals, not for writing, not for much of anything. That’s because as soon as I sit down, some little person is yelling, “Mom, I need….” or “Mom, can you get….?” or “Mom, Luke’s playing in the toliet!” Yeah, stuff like that.
Well, yesterday, I decided I would sit for a few minutes. My back was killing me, my legs were sore, and I thought it might be nice to re-introduce my butt to my couch. It was such a momentous occasion that I actually announced it to my husband. “Hey honey, I’m gonna go sit down for a few minutes, k?”
And I did. I sat on the couch. And not 1 minute later, my three year old was using my legs for a slide. Yep, climb up next to me, sit on my lap, slide down my legs, lather, rinse, repeat.
My butt and the couch barely had a moment to themselves.
I had to laugh at this one. It does get better…but not till Luke turns about 6 or 7..then you may find a little peace
and you are your kid’s personal jungle gym, that never seems to stop either. have you considered hiding under your bed???
or hiding under Samantha’s bed…she’d never think to find you there!!!!!!
I feel your pain, sister.
Lisa: Gee, thanks something to look forward to….years and years from now.
Hsien: I’m sure you do! We probably have matching bruises.