I don't think I've had more than 5 minutes alone lately, including time spent in the bathroom. From the time I got up, to the commute, to the workday, to the kids' bedtime routine, to dinner and TV with Spoose, to our bedtime routines, I was accompanied at all times.
I started to get a little paranoid... I went to the kitchen to make dinner = followed. Went to the living room to close the blinds = Spoose came with and closed the blinds on the adjacent window. After TV, I lingered in the kitchen and did some laundry/cleanup until I thought Spoose was in bed. And just then, there was Spoose in the kitchen.
This morning, Spoose woke me up and immediately started talking about Kid #1's nightmares last night. I lingered in the bathroom, waiting for Spoose to head out to the kids so I could be alone in the bedroom (which I can never do), only to run into a time crunch and had to run for the bus.
I'm starting to understand why lab rats start chewing their own limbs off or attacking others. Someone mentioned time-outs at work and I went delirious at the thought of it -- I'd get to stand by myself quietly in a corner for 1/2 hour +? Who do I have to hit or bite? Sign me up!
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