I love my kids. I really, really do. But at times I can not STAND the constant physical touch. No matter where I am, or what I'm doing, they are touching me. If I look busy, Girl Terror suddenly needs hugs! Snuggles! Kisses!
I know that I should be grateful for this time. Soon enough, they will refuse to be seen in public with me, never mind hug me. But last week, Girl Terror patted my boob in the grocery store "I love your shirt, Mummy." Boy Terror is less clingy, but when my attention is elsewhere, he needs me.
They love to play hairdresser. They comb my hair, put hair clips all over my head, and lean into me to admire my "beauty". All I can think of is "Get off me already!" Horrible, I know.
If I let Girl Terror (she is the worst offender), she would sit on my lap at all meals. She would blog with me, wrapped around my waist. I would read only "Fancy Nancy" books, and I would sleep in her bed.
I like the love. I love the children. But just once, I want to be alone on the couch.