I’ve come to the conclusion that every future blog post I write will have to be completed in two minutes flat because that’s about all the time I EVER get without a “Mummmmmeeeeeeeee” interrupting or a phone ringing or a dog pawing me urgently for attention or escape.
There is NO escape in my house, nowhere I can go for a quiet two minutes to gather myself – even the relative security of the bathroom can be shattered by an insistent 3 year old hammering on the door.
Maybe I need a panic room? Or earplugs? Or some serious time-management?
As I write this, the 3 year old is in the next room, singing to her baby, oblivious to my frenzied typing. But her internal clock is ticking and in another 30 seconds she’ll be checking in, so I must hurry.
I have an ally in my struggle, albeit a fictional one, she has three children too and, funnily enough, she’s a firm favourite in this house:
Mrs Large* wanted five minutes… five! I only want two… that’s reasonable, surely?
*Five Minutes Peace by Jill Murphy is a lovely book, I thoroughly recommend it to anyone trying to teach their children that they deserve a little ‘me-time’ every now and again. I cannot, however guarantee results…