I have two thrones in my life. A Queen needs a good place to sit, you know? My first one is a recent one. My baby office chair. Okay, so it’s not so much a baby.
It’s ginormous! It is the center, left , right, front -piece of my kitchen/office. I could and would take a nap in it if everyone would just shut their pie-holes for two seconds! I even sit in it for dinnertime. I am the Queen of my castle in that sweet leathery goodness. I can wheel around in it to get a drink, grab something out of the oven or maybe, just maybe do the dishes. It’s that good. I may never have to get up again.
My other throne has been with me for much longer. No matter where I live it is with me.
Of course, it has it’s all important responsibility that I won’t go into but it also has it’s perks and advantages beyond that. I may not even need it for it’s primary function but I say “I need to use the bathroom” and I can be in there all by myself and ponder life’s biggest questions or catch up on my Prevention magazine or that all important celebrity gossip.
I especially used this technique on my mission. It’s the only time you don’t have to be with your companion and I took full advantage of that. One home I lived in, the lady hosting us was way into Young Women’s and in our bathroom, right at eye level when you sat on the toilet, was the Young Women’s theme. Let’s just say I had that thing memorized again after a week of living there.
It has also come in handy here in my realm of motherhood. Sure, the Queen’s subjects may be sticking their fingers under the door saying “Mom, mom, mom, mom” or they may come in wanting to sit on my lap. They may even come in demanding milk and crackers while the King is sitting on the couch. Sometimes they come in needing my assistance in solving their serious disputes (“she took my place”, “she hit me”, “it’s not fair she gets to play with a friend/had an ice cream/was born first”, you know, the really important issues of today!). But in spite of all that, it is still the place I go for solace and although I may not always get to fully leave the war council of motherhood, you can’t really blame me for trying.
Maybe I should try locking the door.
Is there somewhere you like to hide? Or do you have a comfort spot in your home?
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I wish the bathroom was solace for me. I always have little friends trying to visit me or as soon as I go in there they begin fighting. If I am needing a mommy time out, I go in my room, lock the door and then go into my closet, further away from where my kids are banging on the door screaming for me to come out :)
Yeah, that was my first thought too, "you get to be alone in the bathroom?!" But I guess you answered that.
My 3 year old has learned how to unlock the door from the outside using a spoon. One day I had just finished doing my business, my number 2 business, when he comes waltzing through the locked door as I'm washing my hands.
He goes, "Ew!! Something smells
like poo!"
"Yeah," I said. "I just pooed."
"Ew! Well did you flush the toilet cause I can still smell it?" He asked.
"Yeah I flushed the toilet."
"Well maybe you got some poo on the floor cause I can still smell the poo."
That's when I told him to get lost. What nerve, you know? There he is barging in on me and then complaining as though his own SH*t don't stink! Grrrr!
Whoa, I am laughing so hard at Shannon's comment. And laughing at picturing you sitting in your office chair during dinner. Who are you, the queen of sheba? Lucky. I hide in my bedroom with my food when my kids are in bed. Or in the bathtub sometimes with a good book and a diet coke. Sometimes if I am on my way to my room with some chocolate, Savannah will say, "Mom, do you just need to be alone with your food?" Tivo, my bed, and a whole plate of food with no one asking for a bite. Now that's my idea of heaven. Don't mind the crumbs.
When I was a single mom with four children under 7 one time I was so frustrated. The kids were hounding me about anything and everything and as I was washing the dishes (I didn't have a dishwasher so I did it the old fashioned way) I accidentally bumped some dishes and broke one, then right after I cleaned that up I knocked a bottle of olive oil off the counter and it shattered on the kitchen floor I was sooo frustrated I threw something across the front room and scared the daylights out of the kids and when I realized what I had done I said to the kids "I need a time out!" I promptly marched right to my room and locked my self in. The kids followed me and waited quietly in the hall. After a while one of them got brave enough to ask mommy how long is your time out?
Sometimes I get 30 minutes on the treadmill ... very good mommy time, telling my self "You CAN do it." And then, sorry Mother Earth, but I take very long hot showers, until all the hot water is gone. Behind the curtain, loud water sounds ... I try to make sure to do this while husband is home, so the kids are supervised. The shower is my time, my place.
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