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I cannot be the only one....who every now and again realizes just how much of themselves they have given up in the name of motherhood.  Sometimes this realization comes in subtle ways, for instance realizing you forgot to zip up your own jeans because of the mad rush to get your child's zippers up and ready to go.  Other times the recognition of the drastic change motherhood has made in your life is annoyingly clear, because you can't do anything without little eyes and hands getting in on the action. Such was the case last Friday when I attempted to paint my finger nails.

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After a long week of Halloween, hosting a dinner for six hungry adults, and our general rigmarole of the week, I decided it had been a long time since I had dressed up my finger nails and I was in the mood for some self administered beauty. I gathered all the necessary accoutrements for the home manicure, nail file, polish, cotton balls, and sat myself down on the bathroom tile to get started. Before I even had the chance to put file to nail, the sounds of five year old feet stomping into the room interrupted my thoughts, and what happened next was rather predictable.  After blocking out the light, my son proceeded to ask me if I could move so he could sit where I was sitting, he upset the bottle of nail polish remover, and grabbed the cuticle pushers to use as swords in some sort of swashbuckling manicurist adventure.

I managed to finish painting my nails in the once peaceful oasis of the bathroom and marveled at the fact that I literally can not do anything in our house without the large interruptions caused by a rather small boy.  I am sure one day I will be begging my son for just a minute of his time away from his I-phone or video games....but right now I would just like to go to the bathroom...alone. To read more about my thoughts on motherhood, please visit my blog at: I Cannot Be The Only One....

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Comment by Taylor Etheridge on November 6, 2013 at 2:10pm

You are Not the only one! Oh, my goodness. My son is 5 & I would swear he has some kind of beacon that tells him that exact moment when I've sat down somewhere or I'm trying to grab a few minutes of peace (or paint my nails... without his help!) 

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