A Few Minutes Is All I Ask

Every once in a while throughout the day...I just need a few minutes alone. What do I mean by this? Yes. That's right. In the bathroom.

Alas, it's not to be.

Why? Because I was cursed by my mom at a very young age for doing it to her. I would walk in on the poor woman in the restroom to ask random questions, tell her something totally unimportant, whatever... . And she would always say, "Really? Can I just have a moment alone?"

I remember once walking in to show her a puppy one of our neighbors just got. "Isn't it cute?!!!!" and she was like, "Ummm...yes...do you see what I'm doing? This could have waited, right?"

All I knew was I had something to tell her, ask her, etc...and it didn't matter what she was doing. Yes, I'm guessing my children got the "immediate gratification" gene from yours truly.

However, paybacks are...well, you know. So this morning while I'm in the bathroom, I hear my cell phone ringing in the other room and Shelby runs to the bathroom door to give it to me.

"Ummm...Belle. Thanks, but I'm in the bathroom."

"I know...but it's Aunt Ang and you'll talk to her in the potty...right?"

"Shelby. Really. Can I just have a moment?"

:::::wiishhhhuuuuuu:::: memories come flooding back. I start laughing.

"What's so funny in there, momma? Can I come in?"

"Nothing honey and no you can't come in. Seriously...just a moment is all I'm asking."

"Oh alright...".

Yes, mom. I understand and **know** you are laughing.