She Hates My Guts

Sometimes, a mommy just needs some alone time. Not much, but just enough time that she can take care of business.

This mommy has little to no privacy. Most of my trips to the bathroom include company. And, if I announce my intentions to use the facilities, I have to wait my turn, because two certain little people coincidentally feel the need to go at the exact same time. Almost every time. I have been bombarded with "Uppy!" requests while seated on the pot. Not exactly hygienic or relaxing.

Yesterday was supposed to be my home alone day. I was looking forward to the quiet time. And having the bathroom all to myself. Alas, it didn't happen. Poor AK and her ear infection.

Last night, both girls were sleeping and I thought I had found my window.

As soon as I dropped my drawers, AK started crying out.

The Hoos raced up the stairs to comfort her, but she insistently cried out for Mommy. Obviously, the call of my child is stronger than the call of nature.

I have decided that as much as AK loves me, she hates my guts.