There was a brief period of time that I felt I could lock myself in my room for a phone conversation or a shower. Those days have passed. Last week I had a fifteen minute conversation with my brother, only to come out of my hiding place and find...pen marks all over the back of my bedroom door...a shattered glass cup on the living room floor...and a baby splashing in the kitchen sink.
Then...as if I did not learn my lesson. My sister called, this time I stayed in view of the children but was not focusing on them. The result was not pretty.
I cannot take my attention off of them now-a-days.
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