So I was just resting my eyes for one minute. Please. One minute is all I asked. I had to close my bedroom door and climb into bed to do this because the kids were making too much noise and I wanted to avoid mommy reality just long enough to knock the edge off my headache. But I should know better.
Exactly 49 seconds into my delusion, Gabie pops open the door and comes over to stick his face next to mine and inform me that he's invented a new musical instrument with pipes, sand and water. "It's a Gabie horn," he says.
"You know, that's fabulous," I tell him, "but Gabie, when are you going to learn that if the door is shut, I just want to be left alone for a minute?"
He doesn't even have to think about it: "I'll probably learn that in 2 more years."
Great. Well at least I have a timetable to work with.