So I’m literally at my boiling point with this one. If you are a mom who has a million ideas running through her mind and a very busy schedule like me, you know that pretty much the only time you get to think an entire, well-rounded thought is while you’re driving or while you’re taking a shower. Since I homeschool I take my kids everywhere. That crosses driving off the list of places where I can think whole thoughts, leaving me with showering as the only place I can manage to grow and think thoroughly about my own ideas.
Considering all of my children can read now, this is an open letter to put them on notice that knocking on the door, slipping notes under the door or talking through the door as I am showering is now a household-wide offense at Mendoza National and all offenders will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. We don’t believe in capital punishment or waterboarding, but we do believe in XBOX exile, extended stays at Rikers Island (or your room) and the lethal injection of only fruits and vegetables while everybody else enjoys popcorn and snacks on movie night. But seriously ya’ll I’m done!
I will no longer allow my children to bother me while I’m in the shower. Most days I listen to motivational speeches, my daily dose of empowerment or uplifting music while I’m in the shower. So, when a minion comes to the door and ask if he can have a doughnut for breakfast while I’m thinking of new meet-up options for Pittsburgh Brown Mamas or pondering home improvement projects it pisses me off (as my mother would say) to the highest level of pissivity.
My shower time is officially being added to my teeny, weeny list of me-time activities. It is OFF limits and there will be consequences for disobedience. Everyday I’m learning more and more that taking me-time is actually about giving them a better quality of mom-time. My shower time helps me to clear my head before heading off to homeschool. It helps me remember what’s for dinner tonight and think about the plans for the weekend.
My shower time gives me clarity. Since my family is no doubt gaining from said clarity, I will help them get what they need by making that time exclusively for me.
Therefore from this day forth if you talk to the mama who lives at the Mendoza house when she is in the shower you are hereby sentenced to death…lol. Not real death, just the tiny death of some of your childhood free-time.
(fine print: unless the house is on fire, you stabbed your brother with a light saber or your dad is having an asthma attack, then you can knock.)
So mamas, what part of your day are you making off-limits so that you can gain some me-time clarity?