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Hi, I'm Annie.

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Mama, Ph.D.: Women Write About Motherhood and Academic LifeMountains Beyond Mountains: The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer, a Man Who Would Cure the WorldThe Sweetness at the Bottom of the PieThe Island: A NovelThe PassageSecret Spaces of Childhood

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Saturday
Feb102007

I totally know how she feels

I empathize with Ms. PacMan. Here's why: I have three children and normally I truly enjoy being with them, even when I'm treated like their personal concierge or when I can't do anything right ( I unforgivably cut the sandwich in the wrong direction or when L reminds me I can't seem to remember two things) . But there are times, people. Times. I just need a few minutes. Alone. Bathroom time doesn't count. And these are the times when I seem to be sought out with extraordinary zeal. They seem to have a "Mom-unavailability-radar" that activates as soon as I open a book or start an e-mail. So you'll understand why I love this video.

All I can say is, you can run but you can't hide. Eventually they find you.

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Reader Comments (2)

Oh-my-goodness!! I, too, have three kids and know what this feels like. My favorite story of being hunted by my children is when I was on the phone talking to the chair of panel on which I was going to speak. The topic: a humorous look at parenting young children. The kids had their radar up and were following me around the house as this other mom and I tried to introduce ourselves. The kids had been fighting and wanted to rat on each other to me. I finally locked myself in the bathroom by sitting on the floor, bracing my back against the door and my feet against the sink vanity. The kids decided that mom being alone in the bathroom, albeit on the phone, was enough to unify them. Those three little buggers, whom I love dearly, banded together and tried to break down the door! They ran at the bathroom door as if they had a battering ram or as if they were cops breaking down the door of some violent felon. Thankfully, I saw the humor in what was unfolding and the other mom and I laughed. As for Ms. Pacman, Halloween costumes, anyone?!

02.11.2007 | Unregistered CommenterDeirdre

I can't tell you how many times I have locked myself in the bathroom to talk on the phone. Now that we have wireless and I have a laptop, I know it is a matter of time before I am locked in the bathroom with my computer...J

02.11.2007 | Unregistered CommenterAnonymous

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