After a particularly stressful week (it really wasn't more stressful than most other weeks, but it kind of builds up...you know?), I was making a valiant effort to put my feet up and disappear from the bustle for a time.
The kids were supposed to be doing their dinner chores...at the other end of the house. I had my book open and was trying to read while fielding constant questions, comments, and complaints from the constant stream of children coming into my room.
When Sarah started climbing up on my lap, taking up space where my book was supposed to be, I finally got frustrated enough to complain out loud.
I sighed and said something like, "Why can't you guys just give me some time to myself? I just need a quiet moment!"
Then Sarah leans back into my chest, spreads her arms over mine (as if I am the arm chair), rolls her head to the side, sighs, and says in her little squeaky girl voice, "I just need a quiet moment!"
I tried really hard not to laugh. It didn't work.
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That's pretty cute! I guess you can't expect a quiet moment if you have to provide everyone else's.
ReplyDeleteSarah has great survival skills; just disarm mom with charm.
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