Monday, July 14, 2008

Don't touch the Mummy

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.

3 comments:

wendy said...

I hear ya sista!!!
btw we are fancy nancy addicts as well.

WackyMummy said...

you said it. i get real grouchy real fast when there's too much touching; i thought i was the only one! maybe that's why kirk left the province for work..... :)

Anonymous said...

So here I am hiding in my room with my 3 kids banging on the locked door...with Mom!! I need you, hug me, kiss me, play with me, love me me me me me me me......so I am with you...please god just give me 5 minutes of no sticky hands and no snotty kisses and no Mom, Mom Mom!!! I would like to just be well me for 5 minutes to much to ask...yep my door is about to be kicked down.....