Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Dear God, Could You Give Me 5 Minutes. . .
I'm not asking for much here, just five kid-free minutes to myself. I'm not asking for a good shower--the one where you shave your legs and pumice your heels and slather your limbs with sea-salt-lemon-mimosa foaming body scrub and exfoliate whatever bits need exfoliating. Nothing like that. Just five minutes under a stream of hot water so I can shampoo the ick out of my hair, slop on a litle conditioner, swipe my face with one of the baby's washcloths, and just be. Please let there be peace while this happens--please no sibling fights, no screams from down the hall, no toddlers taking a nosedive from the top of the bunkbed, no phone calls or doorbells. I left everyone happy and safe, please could they just stay that way until I'm done? Then, I promise, I will emerge like Lazarus from the tomb to be a patient and sweet-tempered mom ready to start her day--with shiny hair to boot. Thank you in advance.