You know when you give in and buy yourself a little treat? An edible snack or few, and you can't wait to just sit in your 'me' time, and just chill with no interruptions with your drinks, snacks and whatever you wanted to do (read, listen to music, watch tv) and you finally get comfortable, silence all around you and your brain starts to quieten down for you to just enjoy your time...
And the moment you open a bag of snacks, it's like a f*cking resounding boom that echoes through the house (or flat/apartment) and the crotch gremlins (or snot rag siblings) just seem to magically appear and disturb your peace? Like all your snacks and drinks are snatched away in a flurry as if the Tazmanian devil himself blew right through, leaving nothing but crumbs and burps?
Yeah, let's just say as a parent, peace and 'me' time is as rare as blue moon. Lol. Love my boys, wouldn't change a thing. But I may just build myself a little hideaway under the stairs