Is it just me?

I get it. We are all super busy. Whether you are running kids around to sports practices and orthodontists appointments, working, either paid or unpaid or just basking in the general hectic pace that is modern life, “How are you?”


I try my very best to make the most of the non-busy time where I can down tools for a bit and just be.


There is a problem with this and I want to know is it just me that this happens to.

I can be busy and everyone leaves me alone. The moment that I think, oh, I might go to the toilet, there is an invisible radar that goes off in my joint that lets everyone know that I am about to visit the latrine. And as soon as my ass hits the porcelain the door flings open and in they file.

“Have you seen my red socks?”

“What are we having for dinner?”

“Did you put that invoice in yet?”

“Meow meow meow”

“Yap yap yap!”

I shit you not there have been times where everyone has been in the bathroom while I try to take a piss and I am all like “GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!”

Another example where my privacy has been completely invaded happened last Sunday morning. I thought I would treat myself to a whoo whoo meditation (I use Headspace if you are wondering) because it helps me slow down my mind. Having informed the lads that I was going into the bedroom to do a meditation and I needed not to be interrupted for twenty minutes, I thought the message had been received.

I lay on my bed and started my guided meditation and just as I started to elevate from my stance, Jack popped his head in to say “Have a great meditation Mum!” is his cheery voice. I snapped back into reality. “Stop thinking!” I told myself before regaining my zen like state.

A few minutes later, the smoke alarm began to beep, trying to tell us that its’ battery was low and we were in danger of dying in flames should we ever leave our iron on. Which is unlikely because it it only ever used once a year when it is school photo day. The smoke alarm is situated right outside our bedroom door.

beep beep beep beep

I tried to ignore it breathe breathe breathe. Count to five, count to seven…..

I heard a conversation between Mr Woog and Horatio before I listened to the sound of the ladder being dragged into the hallway.

beep beep beep beep beep

breathe breathe breathe. Count to five, count to seven…..

Clang. “Dad, give me the screwdriver……”

Sound of a boy falling from the ladder…..

I was twelve minutes into my attempt to relax when I threw in the towel. But you want to know something? If I hadn’t attempted to take a time out, I am quite convinced that none of the above would have happened.

Is this the case at your joint?

Sit down quietly with a cup of tea at the exact time that everyone needs you?

Tell me about it!


  • Heidi D

    I have one child at home, a 14 year old girl. She will be in her room & I will pop into the loo. Instantly she will be outside the door “muuuuum”. It is always a totally pointless question or something she could have asked my husband that was sitting on the lounge. I always lock the door & just shout out for her to ask Dad. She can literally be in her room for hours messing about with clothes & makeup but appears the second I go into the loo.

  • it’s not just you. I don’t even have any kids at hoe any more – but I do have two Siamese cats (G-d forbid I should go to the bathroom and shut the door on THEM…) and a male partner who, by virtue of claiming space for his desk in the spare room, has a door he can close while he’s working, which I respect. I, on the other hand, have my desk in a corner of the living room…which makes me a visible and easy target. Now, admittedly, I DON’T have the amount of work to deal with that he does when he’s working from home. But I do still have SOME…and I also require peace and quiet when I’m doing it, because WRITING…. So, this morning, trying to get an article done that was due yesterday but there’d been a stuff up in the delivery system to get the brief to me, ergo much stress and trying to push through…and he took a break. And walked into the living room already talking to me. Sat on the couch at the end of my desk and KEPT TALKING. This is not an unusual occurrence. Neither is walking into the bedroom and sitting on the bed to chat when I’ve gone in there and tucked myself in for a quiet read – which I do when I really need time out, otherwise I read i the living room expecting interruptions…
    So, I don’t know what the solution is, Mrs Woog. Decades of parenting and relationships, and it’s STILL HAPPENING!!! Gah! YOu have all my sympathy though xx

  • Far out. I got up from my breakfast three times this morning to find socks, bus passes and god knows what else that were under their noses the whole time. This tonight I finish my shower and discover my darling son has stolen my towel for the billionth time. I got a bit yelly. Then I drank the wine.

    • Mr Woog and Jack went skiing today and I am looking forward to a few quieter days. Packing was a nightmare though. WHERE ARE MY GLOVES!