Saturday, 25 September 2010
Saturday morning, coming back from my 'session' at the beach looking like a crumbed sausage. Walking gingerly into the house. Was I in pain?? No, I didn't want to get sand everywhere of course!! Housewife instincts kicking in!!!!! Stripping outside the laundry for the same reason. Hoping that the neighbours d-o-n-'-t choose this precise moment to walk up their internal stairs... Shower. Aaaaahhhh. My favourite place. Hot. Steamy. Hair. Legs etc............ Then it started. 'What?' do I hear you ask? 'What started?'............ The constant stream of visitors. Me in my birthday suit and e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e visits. 'Mum, can I get?....', 'Hon, do you want toast?', 'Mum... do you want me to?'...... True. True story. Then I got to thinking. Every time I have a shower I have a constant stream of visitors.... Always. Once, we were dog minding my BIL's gorgeous poodle cross cocker spaniel and HE came to visit me in the shower. AND he started barking crazily. He either wanted in to enjoy the water, or, he did not like what he was seeing. Humpf! Critics everywhere!!!!
Now, the shower is my favourite place apart from my bed. I t-r-y to have a quick one but, alas, it is not to be.... I sigh and I sigh in delight. Aaaaahhhh. But, it would seem my family cannot do without me for 10 minutes. The Silver Fox is included too. He visits and stays and chats.... Maybe he has ulterior motives.... Does anyone else have this problem? Constant visitors. Uninvited? It is not that long ago that everyone wanted to hop in with me. Not that I really minded but as a Mummy, it is nice to have a bit of 'me time'. Now that they are older, they seem to cast me looks of disapproval.... But heck, people! If they don't like what they see..... they do have a choice.....
So, share folks.... Anyone else know what I am talking about? Anyone else have issues?....
Ciao for now