Oh Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo { don't} Roam ..........

I am an only child. Now, what do I know about being alone? Very little it appears!!! 

When I was first married ( the first time) I made a conscious effort to have a child.. then as time ticked by two marriages later, I woke up to find I had a full house. Full House! With 5 felines and one goofy canine along with 3 grown kids and 2 still requiring my checkbook, car and my food...I realized, I still, after 38 years, didn't have the capability to do what I wanted when I wanted.


Now, I really have no problem sharing, but I am getting very tired of a few things that are a constant annoyance, such as; hiding my chocolate in my bottom dresser drawer, ( melted chocolate on my favorite jeans was not cute); taking my shower at midnight( after everyone else has used up all the hot water) and being the only living thing in my apartment that realizes, garbage does NOT take itself for a walk to the dumpster!


I know that this sounds trivial to many, but, I actually would enjoy 10 minutes of ME time to use the bathroom without people questioning me as to where is the laundry basket or a cat sticking its paw under the door attempting to open it ( and often being successful).

There are certainly much more pressing issues in the world than a 15 year old vocally upset over the peanut butter being used up, but in my little world, that is enough to cause holy havoc! Can you relate yet?

So I am trying desperately to find somewhere, anywhere, where I can peacefully drink a cup of jasmine tea uninterrupted. It doesn't exist!.

For an hour, I did try to do this! First, Leon, my 30 lb grey tabby, ever so daintily, jumped unto the table and knocked the scalding brew in my lap. Then after a new cup was made, my little one( human one) started screeching that her video needed restarting ( for the 4th time) and of course the video machine's door was stuck and took about 15 minutes of working with it to get it to open. Now my hot brew was cold. I reheated it in the microwave only to notice Mildred, my Siamese calico had gotten her razor sharp nails stuck in my window screen. After 10 minutes of wriggling her paw carefully free and about 5 deep painful scratches on my hand later, I returned to my cold tea, again.

         * I finally gave up and drank a glass of iced tea.

 Recently, I attempted to do a simple towel wash... we had none clean...I discovered a full load of smelly boy clothes in the washer that had never been turned on. By the time the clothes were done and put into the dryer, it was time to pick up my daughter from school. There went any possibility of alone time that day!

Another day, all I wanted from life was to finish the last chapter of a book I borrowed from our local library ( it was renewed 3 times). As I sat in my room, pillows behind me and feet up, my annoying but adorable dog decided she needed to go outside to do her business. Knowing too well how weak her bladder was, I quickly threw on shoes and walked her. Upon returning to my room to read the last 20 pages of this tantalizing book, my son barges into the room announcing his friends were waiting for him at Carl Jr's and we had to hurry. EMERGENCY!!!

 Shoes back on...we hurriedly drove 1 block away so he could sit and gorge himself on burgers. As you can guess, I never did finish the book as three additional interruptions including my neighbors dire need to borrow my phone, as hers was locked inside her car along with her keys, prevented me from doing so. I simply flew the white flag in total desperation.   :/

So, I am simply not going to ever have a minute to myself to do anything, or ever have a cup of hot tea or be able to use a bathroom uninterrupted or take a shower with hot water at a semi reasonable hour. Its just not in the cards.

It will be years before my son will be off to college and my cats have many years before they will be ready for their maker. My little one has Down Syndrome, so she will be a resident with me wherever we live, forever.
Not in the cards.


I don't regret having my children nor do I regret my beautiful non- human companions sharing my life...not at all. I wouldn't know what to do without constant taxi runs and spilled liquids or dogs with weak bladders. I don't even care what a hot beverage tastes like.

This is my life and being alone would be so foreign to this only child that I wouldn't know how to handle it. I guess I'm blessed more than I know. I just really wanted to know how that darn book ended. Guess I'll make it up myself!   Oh well!