Oh, daughter, PLEASE just give me ONE SECOND of free time and PLAY BY YOURSELF.
I don't understand why it is so hard. The minute I walk away to do something, anything, pee, check my e-mail, clean up around the house a bit, did I mention pee? ... you find the need to start getting into anything and everything, BUT what we were playing with together.
Like today. Right now. I opened up some play foam (!?!) and we're having fun. I decided to clean for a minute or two, create a new cat from the shedded fur on our floor, and check my e-mail to see if someone is coming by to pick up non-perishables I am donating to be sent to Haiti. And you cannot sit still. WHY? Why not? Just asking for a few moments here. Not that much, ya know? Just SIT DOWN and play. Leave the dog alone. Close the (you pick one) pantry, fridge, back door. Stop climbing things, asking for snacks and hanging onto my every move. Please. PLEASE. Pretty please?
Signed with love,
** Mommy about to check herself into a psychiatric ward just for a few days of peace and quiet.