Sunday, November 15, 2009

It's the little things in life that count. . ..

Every day once in a while, when I really feel that need for silence, I will hand a screaming Bjorn to Daddy and sweetly say 'Can you take him for a minute? I have to go to the bathroom.'

I will then go into the bathroom, lock the door and lean back on it and contentedly sigh. Sometimes I close the toilet, sit and read an entire magazine article. The whole thing. From beginning to end.

Sometimes I will lie in an empty bathtub, close my eyes and imagine myself fully rested and energized.

I'm getting some much needed alone time.

Daddy just thinks I have a little too much fiber in my diet.

1 comment:

Tamara said...

aaah, so locking the door is the key to making this work!!! Must try when daddy gets home!! :-)