Ah. Life with a 2 year old. Life with a 2 year old means coming upstairs to the ominous sound of a buzzing electric toothbrush and the discarded box of your new tube of toothpaste and feeling instant panic. I walked into my ensuite to find my Girly precariously perched on the back of her little potty leaning over the sink holding the whirling toothbrush in her teensy hand. "I bwush my teef, Mom!" Yes, and your arms and face and tummy and leg and who knows what else. ugh.
There is never a dull moment in the Mighty house and that is usually just fine. I have to say that I do really cherish the quiet moments, the cuddles and kisses, the story time, but most of all, the solitary moments. I really need my alone time. Quiet and still and utterly alone moments where I can read a book or just sit and think.
In a home with 4 kids and one in which we home educate, there are very few opportunities to be alone. And quiet is almost unheard of. And if the quiet comes while the children are in the home and awake, it is actually undesirable. Every mom knows that quiet equals destruction. Almost. every. time.
My kids have decided that Mommy's room and bed are where they want to spend their time. Bouncing on my bed. Wrestling their dad to the bed. Having snacks and watching a video. (getting crumbs in my bed) Bringing in a bag of toys and spreading them around my room. Dancing, pushing, jumping, screeching, fighting, crying all in my sanctuary. I love my kids to pieces and I adore having some cuddles with them all tucked up snug in my bed. But, to be honest, I would rather have my room to myself. I have very little space of my own and I would rather not roll over in bed onto a lego.
I have tried to set limits, and to enlist my husband's help. Read: Screaming at the top of my lungs, "No wrestling in Mommy's bed! Mommy's bed is for sitting and cuddling. No Jumping!!! BRENT!!!" while cowering under my pillow, making a sound reminiscent of the wicked witch melting in water, and trying to avoid being trampled IN MY OWN BED! But Mom's room is still their favourite place to be. I guess that must be because it is my favourite place to hang out as well. And they kinda like me.
I like them too, and there is no one else on earth I would rather spend time with. Except maybe myself. Someday.
ps: I am feeling much better already, head cold almost obliterated!