Trying to remember

I am trying to remind myself that my oldest and middle child used to fight so much I refused to allow them to be in the same room together.

Now, my oldest disappears into his room and my middle and youngest make me wonder why I wanted children in the first place.

Oh yea,
When my little one comes up to me and says, 'who didn't get their morning hug' arms outstretched. Course, two seconds later him and his sister are fighting.

Christ, all I want is peace and quiet. Why is that so hard to accomplish? Am I being selfish? Is there some unwritten law against mom's being allowed to sit in their room with their ipod and knit quietly.

Do they actually hear me sit on my bed and realize, its mom's quiet time...let drive her bat shit by fighting over air. (they actually did that once. someone breathed in the others direction)

It amazing me that women live longer than men. They get to go to work. They get to drive to and from work alone. No one is sitting in the backseat reminding us every two miles, what the speed limit is, or complaining that the other one is looking out their window. (actually happens frequently in my car)

My husband and I were both bitching about our jobs...It was more like a peeing contest..I explained to him quietly, that i understood that his job is very stressful. I get it, and I know he realizes that my job is very stressful, but there is one huge difference, he gets to pee alone!

I once had my little one bring me pickles while I was in the shower. Funniest part, was i put them down on the ledge and forgot about them. My husband was very confused.

I find I spend most of my day waiting for him to come home so I can go hide. Course it never happens that way because he has to change, and then check his personal email, they say hi to the dogs (what children? we have children?)

Now I sit here listening to #2 bang on #3's door because he has the pencil sharpener and he wont let her use it.

I think I am going to get an addiction. That way I can go away for 21 days. No meals to cook, only my own laundry. No toothpaste to scrape out of the dogs ear. (dont ask). I can talk and people will actually look at me and listen, not walk downstairs while I am in midsentence (hubby)

I wonder if there is an inpatient for chocolate addictions?