I just need 10 minutes

I knew life as a single mom would be challenging, but the reality is, it boils down really to two main things. And I may post more on the second one later.

1. I just need 10 minutes to do [insert whatever the heck I need to do].
2. Get with the program [that of course would be MY program]

I love my kid. He's the coolest thing ever. The raddest little dude. But he's a boy. A VERY active little boy that when with me at home, won't be less than 10 ft from me at all times. Most of the time I don't mind, but sometimes there are things u r trying to accomplish, and well he makes it a little complicated. Like dinner. If I'm
Making dinner, he wants to either play with the pots and pans and plastic tubs in between the space i am navigating, or he wants to be within a foot of the sautéing meat on the stove. And it's not that I care about him playing with the stuff, and I am glad he is interested in the cooking process and want to encourage it, but if u saw my kitchen, you'd understand. It's small. I can reach everything in two steps, and really my head is silently screaming, get out of the fucking way before something bad happen. Like I turn around and jack myself in the now open cabinet door then falling and splattering hot food all over us and the floor. "but he didn't intend to be in the way" the other annoying voice in my head says. Yes I know, but could he just give me 10 mins.

And since he no naps on the weekends, it's 7 to 8:30 nonstop. Sometimes 'I' just need a 10 minute mommy time out. 10 minutes to refocus, breathe, calm down, calm my daredevil and romping boy down. I mean, he rarely plays by himself. Even with encouraging. If I get 15 mins where he is in his room.....once every two weeks, that's about average. I really only have the mommy timeouts on the weekend. But then comes the other type of.....I just need 10 minutes...

I need to take a shit.

Is it too much to ask for 10 mins to poop in peace? I mean, I have the double whammy with him on this topic. Either he decides he has to be in my 3 feet of personal space during this activity......& now that he is older, I am subjected to the color commentary of this unpleasant affair of......what was that? A fart Logan. Oh, stinky mommy! Hahaha! And while i can at least see he is in eyesight, i am subjected to the trashing of my million hair ornaments on the floor.

OR he decides to give me the peace, only to then do the.....oh no, what is my child doing in this moment activity? It was this that happened tonight. In the midst of his tubby, I had to take a crap. Not such a big deal since the toilet is right there and I'm in his bathroom. But then he decides, I'm done with tubby and gets out, only to toddle in his room. It's those moments later and the quiet that I realize. Oh no. Logan? What are you doing?

I'm putting on cream.

The cream would be his expensive eczema lotion that I have in his room, ready to put on before bed. Oh no.

Oh no is right! Logan can you come here please??? Right now!

I'm putting on cream mommy. I quickly end my business only to discover. He had indeed creamed himself.....& the floor. In the moment, I'm not sure what I'm more frustrated by. The lotion mashed in the carpet, the heavily creamed boy or the wasting of expensive lotion. And when I say creamed, he tells me, I lotioned my penis. As a teenage boy would do, experimenting for the first time with a bottle of lube. I had to put him back in the tubby to rinse him off, recream him, clean up the floor and the bathroom. Ugggh.

I just need 10 minutes........