|Well, maybe not quite like this...|
About 20 minutes into it, about the time all the bubbles were in great form, (perfect timing) my mini-me comes in.
"How's it going mom?"
"Just great," I reply with a sigh but let her stay - who can resist the bubbles?
So we play with bubbles. Blowing them at each other and putting them on our hair or making beards..
Within minutes, dad comes to the rescue and shews her out.
Only for her to sneakily return less than 10 minutes later because she knows what kind of fun I'm really having in there and she just can't resist.
"I snuck right past dad and he didn't even notice!"
Soon I tell her we've had enough time together (that, and the bubbles are starting to go away) so she reluctantly leaves again. Pretty soon, in comes the husband, who is folding laundry and absolutely must put towels away under the sink in the bathroom.
"How's it going in here? You still alive? Just gotta put some towels away and I will be out of your hair."
Famous last words...
In between the dog coming to check in on me by sniffing at the door, (I know he would have asked me how it was going if he could talk..) I did get some me time. I think I even got a little bit of a nap in there. Close to the end, my son comes and knocks on the door:
"Hey mom, how's it going? Can I have a snack?"
"Tell me what time it is on my clock in there."
Where did the time go?
Considering I went upstairs at 2:30, I guess my time is up. Sure didn't feel like hours went by...