Silence is golden

Last week was bit extreme for me. I didn't have a sitter which made working a chore. I did have the chance to spend a lot of time with the boys and for the most part I loved it.

However

After Friday's trip to the beach and Jon working almost all day on a rainy Saturday I need some time ALONE. I let him sleep in this morning (as I do almost every Sunday) and had the extreme displeaure of Xavier vs. Turkey sandwich part deux followed by spankings and a 25 minute stand off with the sandwich.

Xan was asking me every 2 minutes "Are you done with the computer? I want to get back on" every time I would get up to remind Xavier to sit in time out and EAT that f'in sandwich he asked for Xan would jump into the chair and begin to log me off.

Finally I went back to bed to work on some crochet and maybe go back to sleep when Jon began shouting at the boys for everything.

I'm always amazed by this. Moms discipline, bargain, argue, entertain, feed the children all day long every day. Dads step in and freak out when they act as they do towards Mom all week.

Pffft

Between PMS, sore tattoo belly, headache from hell and hunger ("Oh you meant you really wanted me to run out and get breakfast?") I went on strike and stayed in my room. I didn't make breakfast for them as I have EVERY Sunday for oh....months. Did anyone take it upon themselves to do something for me? NO! So I stayed upstairs. it's 2PM and I'm still in my pj's and glasses. Broken glasses at that.

At 1 the boys had a b-day party in the neighborhood. I've had enough mingling with neighbors to last me a while and he actually brought the boys without me.

Of course I'm fighting guilt. I don't have to do everything. He is their Dad and it's normal for Moms to have 2 hours of peace once a week.

I'm just wondering what the price will be for my quiet time.