|Playing leaf-boat races in the stream this weekend, but nothing to do with post, except that they both have water in them|
Within a minute Molly May had found me, so I asked if she wanted a shower too? 'No, I don't want a shower' she replied; are you sure? 'I don't want a shower today!'.
Rocket (opening door of shower and letting gust of freezing air in): 'Mum! I know that dad said that he just wanted me to make him a bookmark for father's day (three weeks away); but that just doesn't seem like enough, can you find me some things, so that I can make something else?'
Me: 'What things?'
Rocket: 'I'm not sure; maybe some paper, and some texta's; I just don't think that a bookmark is enough'.
Me: 'Do you think maybe this can wait until I get out of the shower?'
Meanwhile... Molly May pokes her head in the shower and says 'Mum! I'm playing with this one! (my make-up); and I put it here, here, and here (pointing at various places on her face)'.
Me: 'Great Molly! Can you put the lid on and put it back until I get out?' (noticing that the sponge looked suspiciously like it had teeth marks on it)
Zander and Rocket at the doorway of shower start doing a dance in and out of the the bathroom in sync, singing together 'Put the lid on! Put the lid on!'
Oh my goodness, they are turning my life into a musical. I cut my losses and hop out.
Molly May: 'I WANTED TO HAVE A SHOWER WITH YOU!!! WWWAAAAA!!!!
That bathroom door REALLY needs a lock on it.
Do you shower in peace? Do you have a chance to get 5 minutes alone time during the day?
Does all your makeup have teeth marks in it?
Do you sometimes feel that your children are turning your life into a musical?