The Gravitation Phenomenon

It was a Thursday morning, like any other. I had woken the boys up, gotten them dressed, fed them breakfast. We happened to have 15 extra minutes before we had to go to work and school. The boys were playing happily in their playroom, so I decided to grab a cup of coffee, go into the other room and watch a little "Today Show." The following is a re-enactment of my thoughts and the activities that followed.

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What a glorious morning! I feel so calm and stress free, and I think I will take a moment to relax and watch the "The Today Show" with these extra moments I have because I am a totally organized and efficient mother of two, young boys.  

The sounds of trains clacking against the train table, and tiny train dialogue can be heard two rooms away. Some giggles escape from the room.

My beautiful children are playing so nicely together in their playroom. I am so blessed to have such wonderful children who get along.

The sounds of trains clacking on the kitchen floor can be heard, and the tiny voices grow nearer. Sounds of bad guys shooting trains can be heard in the distance with little, "Booosshhhhss!"

This cup of piping hot java is delicious! And look at Matt Lauer! So svelte in his tight-fitting clothes. I am so enjoying this hard hitting interview with Sir Richard Branson. I feel as though I am going to take these calm, educating moments, and be a better, smarter woman throughout the day!

The boys are now in the same room as me. Sam is standing on the couch, train in hand, pushing his train up my arm. Abe is at my feet with Spiderman. Their dialogues are not in tiny voices anymore, they are deafening and I cannot hear Matt Laurer. A fight breaks out between them.

Really, Abe and Sam? REALLY!?
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This happens all the time. We have 1,900 square feet of home for our children to play in, yet they prefer to be in the same, tiny five foot area that we are am in. We even have a special, designated room with TONS OF TOYS in it for them to play. But, no. They prefer to be on top of me, in my face, touching my hair, literally jumping into my lap.

Don't get me wrong, I am happy that my kids want to be near me. But, it always seems to happen when I really would like a few minutes alone. Or when Jake is trying to watch a Bears game. Or when I am cooking piping hot things on the stove. I guess I should just suck it up and enjoy it. I am sure in 10 years Jake and I will be the ones gravitating toward them and jumping into their laps, and touching their hair. Yes, I will make sure of it.