I love my kids. They’re funny, entertaining, and oh, so sweet. But I am learning that I need at least a few quiet minutes to myself each day in order to be at my best. Whether it’s reading my latest win from Goodreads, writing a bit myself, or just pondering the day ahead, I am a more sane better person if I can get it done without having to remove a lego from a nostril or referee World War Sibling. So I make a point to carve out some quiet time.
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My first thought was that I would stay up after they go to bed. And that worked until the oldest hit her teen years. I am not exactly a night owl, and most nights I give up and go to bed before she does. Say around 9:30.Did I mention that I am not a night owl? And if I do stay up past ten or so, there’s not enough caffeine in the world to keep me all wakey-wakeys the next morning.
All those “If you want to be your best you” people recommend getting up an hour earlier each morning. And who doesn’t want to be their best me? But in my house, I run an early morning gauntlet. I must first turn off the alarm clock before it wakes anyone else.
If I manage to silence the alarm without stirring anyone who might want to keep me company, I can still be thwarted by a squeaky door. The hinges are all oiled now, so my next challenge is to pray that everyone can sleep through the cat. When she first hears me thinking about waking up (through a wall, I might add), she begins her Siamese serenade and continues at about 120 decibels until I pour her some fresh water. Don’t think I can get all clever and pour the water before I even let her upstairs into the living room. If she doesn’t see me set the bowl down in front of her, she doesn’t believe it is clean and will continue to scream until I pour some more. I did discover, though, that she’s not as picky as I thought. If I pick up the bowl and put it down again, she is satisfied.
If I have managed at this point to sneak into the kitchen without rousing the troops, I am not fool enough to risk the solitude by making coffee. If I’m not smart enough to grind the beans the night before, I’ll just have to hold my own eyelids open for a little while. And I certainly cannot ponder getting anything to eat. I don’t care if it’s a bowl of high-fiber air, at least two of my kids will be starving and want to share. They are boys and thus at the mercy of their biology.And don’t turn the pages too loudly or Squish will think it’s story time. And hope that I set the volume on the computer low so that it doesn’t rattle the windows when it first springs to life. Get it? Windows? I’m just so witty on four hours of sleep!
Please excuse any typos. It’s five in the morning, and I’m writing this from inside the dirty clothes hamper. They will never think to look for me here!
thirty seconds later: I hear Squish. He’s awake. But I did it! I got my blog post written! I win! It’s going to be a great day! Oh. Maybe not for my husband. He’s awake now, too. And he was praying the coffee would be made.
Oh boy, do I remember those days. I spent many hours in the dirty clothes hamper. What book are you reading?
I am reading Night Swimmers. I won it on Goodreads. Here’s hoping it was worth the cost of postage for them to send it to me!
Good thing you were able to sneak in a post. I miss your blogging 😀
It was a total surprise. I had given up on a post for today, but I was nudged awake by dream angel in the wee hours. It felt good to be sneaky!
I too wish I could get a little more solitude. I count the kids down when they leave the house. One down – two to go. 😉
I know it’s a lost cause when they’re awake. It’s such a treat to be awake when the whole house is sleeping.
Note to self: Get a larger hamper. 🙂
A very large hamper. Or never wash clothes and use the dirty laundry in the laundry room as a bunker!
It’s a never ending battle isn’t it?
It’s my daily challenge.
You could try getting an apartment…then show up at the house when you’re good, awake, and sort-of cheerful.
I thought about sleeping in the car.
Does it ever work to just hole up in the bathroom (why did that sentence sound so wrong)?
Not for me! My kids either knock incessantly or yell at me through the door. Not even about anything important.
[KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK]
HEY, MOMMY?
whaaaaaaaaaaaat?
I LOVE YOU, YOU’RE THE BEST MOMMY EVER!
>.<
If I take too long a shower, I feel guilty for the polar bears.
Amen sister! And the kids wonder why I take hour long baths on Saturdays. I am a night owl, but life keeps demanding I get up earlier and earlier and I don’t function well on minimal sleep. I totally commiserate!
Thank God for caffeine.
I can’t stay up late either. My son has started to go to bed later so my few moments of solitude are dwindling.
I say we move their bedtimes up by two hours. Who’s with me? Who?
You are the BEST. Your blog is my favorite to read; your sense of humor is my favorite kind. Favorite, favorite, favorite!! (Sorry, having kids has robbed me of the brain cells that used to contain those words that have similar meanings to other words? Isn’t there a word for that, too? Poo. [Yes, and all my ‘grown-up’ words consist of ‘poo’, now. I’m SURE you understand.])
Seriously. Favorite. n_n
Thank you so much! And thank you for the reblog!
I’m so happy to be favorite and NOT poo!
Reblogged this on being fae.
I think I need to start carrying my laptop on the bus, because there is no “me” time left in the evenings. At best there is “sitting down” time–but that is sitting down with a toddler on my lap, watching Sesame Street.
As for those who recommend getting up earlier, well, I’m already getting up at 5:30 after getting to sleep around 10, so I’m just not willing to give up even more sleep.
The bus is great reading time, but a laptop would give me more options. (What I’d really like is a tablet. And the money to buy one.)
Some days, I would covet a long commute! When I used to run, I’d come home and sit down in the floor to stretch quietly, which is apparently toddlerese for “Climb on me like a jungle gym!”
This post made me laugh out loud! I so remember those days when my kids were little. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
It’s nice to no I’m not alone. In the good way!
I can totally relate – I have taken my laptop all over the house to finish writing! For some reason, they always find me. It is like they have mom radar or something. 😉
Next time I try to hide, I think I will be holding their homework. First one to find me gets to do their language arts. They may forget I exist.
Hampers are wonderful. When my son got older I stopped hiding my body in it and instead hid his gifts in there. He never once thought to look there, and truly looked EVERYWHERE else. Plus I kept ahead of the laundry.
Good luck. You will survive it!
Oh yes! We will definitely survive. I can outwit my crew. One day! Muahahaha!
Hi,
Finding time for yourself is always a challenge, but we do seem to manage. 🙂
I had a bit of a laugh about your cats bowl, picking the bowl up and putting it down again, that is brilliant. 😀
It suddenly came to me this morning. I wondered if my putting hands on it would magically make it clean enough to drink. I am magic.
I too remember the days of no privacy. I thought I had it all together when I became an empty nester – but now if I stay in one place too long, my husband comes looking for me! Aargghhhh!
The funny part is, when there really is no one here, I’m all lonely and forget how to act!
You truly do make me laugh and thankful, somewhat, that my 3 are grown and have kids of their own. I do miss your madness at times though but not badly enough to want it back. You can keep it and I’ll enjoy my grand kids for now. 🙂
Time alone is so precious. And time with those precious…wait, that’s not working. you know what i mean.
I do, my preciiiiiouuuuussssss.
My niece sometimes tells her little ones that it is 8PM and time for bed when it is only 6. Can’t last forever, but it’s a really good ploy for a little while.
I did that once. And he woke up at 9 thinking he had just had the most delicious nap. Fun times.
LOL…The rear-guard actions you take make me wonder at your skill for living an artful life…I think you’ve succeeded, m’dear ! Your little tike looks like a character full of curiosity about his surrounding world and the people/animals in it, his open face tells me this! As for your cat miaowing in Siamese, where did she/he learn that since she’s not a Siamese….LOL!! Much humour here….
He really is a delightful little kid. And he makes me laugh.
The cat has Siamese somewhere in her background. She has the voice and the coat texture. We’ve always said that if she was full Siamese, she’d be speaking actual English and bossing us around.
This is lovely! I too have a demanding half siamese! And this is sooooo much like the 5.15 starts to some of my days!
It’s the little victories in life, isn’t it? Good for you!
Have you ever considered soundproofing your kitchen?
Sadly, it’s an open floor plan. Which is great when entertaining. Kitchen, living room, dining area all in one spot. But when trying to be sneaky…
That is exactly the reason I don’t bother sneaking around in the wee hours of the morning. If I risked getting up and someone else got up and I had to entertain them and it was dark outside…this would be one grumpy momma. And if momma’s grumpy, everyone’s grumpy. Since I work from home, ANY computer time is considered work. I just say, “Go away, Mommy’s working.” Beautiful, isn’t it?
I find myself resentful when I give up sleep only to have the day start early for the entire family.
Oh wow. And I thought it was just me. *sigh* You have enriched my day.
It’s a club. We just have no idea most of the time that there are others suffering along with us.
How could we know? We’re too busy navigating our own households!