I Can't Wait for A Little "Me-Time"

Next week, my mom arrives from Virginia for a visit. While she is mostly coming to spend time with Paige and Taylor (hey, I know her priorities and my husband and I are always second in line to the grandchildren), her visit also represents a time when I will occasionally be able to get away, even for just a couple of hours at a time to do whatever I want to do. Maybe I will go to a coffee shop and sit quietly in the corner and read a book. Maybe I will get together with friends I haven’t seen in a while. Maybe I will just take a long afternoon nap. Either way, I am so looking forward to having a little "me-time" while my mom is visiting us…

All of us mothers need a break. I need a break. I love my babies, oh, I love them more than I can even describe, but it's been a lot of snot and poop and whining and fighting and clinging and more whining and much more poop around here lately. Oh, and of course, there’s the Yo Gabba’ Gabba’ on the television. I've watched so much Yo Gabba’ Gabba’ in the late afternoon in recent days, I think it's fried my brain to the point where I now LIKE IT. I even catch my husband getting mesmerized by Yo Gabba’ Gabba’ after his long days at the office. It just has that affect on people. Yo Gabba’ Gabba’ also happens to come on each day in what I often refer to as the “witching hour” at our house. It’s that window of time – after the twins’ afternoon nap, but still well before dinner time, bathtime, and evening bedtime stories – where the twins are just wired. It also happens to be one of my busiest times of the day around the house too – cleaning up messes from the day, getting evening meals ready, getting ready for Mike to come home from work, etc. – so Yo Gabba’ Gabba’ helps to calm the “witching hour” at our house from time to time.

The twins and I basically spend EVERY MOMENT TOGETHER. I wake up in the morning, they wake up in the morning. I eat breakfast, they eat breakfast. Now that we’re making such great headway (finally) in the potty-training department, when I go to the bathroom, they go to the bathroom. I put my jacket and shoes on; and, well, the twins grab their jacket and shoes because hey, if mommy is going somewhere, of course they are going too!

So, as I was saying when I started this post, I am looking forward to my mom’s visit next week. I will enjoy, for just one day, putting my coat and shoes on and knowing that I can go somewhere without Paige and Taylor in tow (besides say to CVS or Safeway). I know that the girls might miss me for the couple of hours that I am away, but they will be in good hands with their grandma.

In anticipation of my mom’s arrival next week, I am already envisioning the “me-time” whereby I will not have to say any of the following words (even if only for a couple of hours):

NO! NO!
Don’t touch that!
Get down, that’s not safe.
That’s not nice.
You KNOW that's not nice!
Stop throwing food on the floor!
Did you bite your sister?
Did you pull your sister’s hair?
Keep your hands to yourself.
Do I smell poop?
There's room for both of you on my lap!
Stop fighting!
Did you just take your sister’s toy/doll/baby/purse?
STOP pushing your sister!
You have a big booger, let me get it. I need that booger!!! Let me get it!!!