10 July 2008
This has always been one of my favorite books-ever since I read it to my nephews years ago. It has also become my mantra, "If only I could have 5 minutes peace!"
Take this morning for example. I do try to get up and showered before my boys get up, but this morning I couldn't do it. I was up at 5:15 yesterday and couldn't fall back to sleep and, as a result, was slow moving today. So, Andy got ready and left, leaving me to try and get ready with all of my boys in tow.
I told Peter (8) that I was going to jump in the shower. He is very good about watching his brothers while I do this. (I figure it is good practice for 3-4 years from now when he will be old enough to babysit.) About 30 seconds after I get in the shower, Drew (5) arrives in the bathroom and plops down on the toilet. Hello? We have a second bathroom. Do you really have to stink up the room while I shower? Moments later, Michael comes in, pulls back the curtain, and yells, "Mommy!" Umm...trying to teach the boys modesty...this was not what I had in mind. I quickly finish and jump out. I didn't even get a chance to shave my legs. It is summer, and my legs right now look like they do mid-winter when I can hide them behind pants. So I try to get ready, but now I have Drew asking me to check that his heinie is clean, and Michael wanting to brush his teeth. I say, "Boys, can you please give Mommy 5 minutes?" Peter's response, "You mean 5 minutes peace? Like the book, right?" Yes, exactly like the book.