I love this photo. This photo sums up what life is like with the Cylonettes: it may look chaotic but we have a plan!
This is what happens when I have my moment of quiet time (a shower) in the morning. I bloody love my shower in the morning. It’s five to ten minutes of not dealing with anything other than MY ablutions. Not wiping someone’s bum, or struggling to get a coat on a feisty 15 month-er. The girls play, and occasionally may peek in to check that I’m still there. But, it’s my quiet time before a long day at the
coal face circuit board (don’t forget they are tiny toasters!). I need some solitude so if the cost of that is some shredded loo roll, and clothes thrown about then so be it. I always get the girls to help me clean up afterwards, and I try not to waste the loo roll unless it’s full on confetti.
I’m amazed that I get by with so little alone time given that I’ve always needed time away from people to recharge. There were times when I would crave solitude to the point I would hide in the bathroom at work or social events. I remember a work trip to London where after traveling (with lovely colleagues), not getting much sleep, breakfasting with colleagues then commuting through London with colleagues to a full day of brainstorming and presentations and then an evening meal that I ditched them to walk (part of the way) back to the hotel. It was too much social interaction. I couldn’t fake it any longer and needed an authentic breathe on my own. Lost in my own thoughts (and walking at my preferred fast pace) I wandered through the South Bank, and ironically got the hotel at the same time as everyone else.
That said, I rarely find myself overwhelmed with always being around Zoey and Naomi. Exhausted – you bet yah! Frustrated that I’ve had to read Little Blue Truck eight consecutive times – hell, yes! Perhaps it’s because they are my people that I don’t.