A Blog Post Can Be a Declarative Statement: I was Chosen

That's what my daughter tells me:

I was chosen.

When the kids were small,

I rarely had any peace and quiet 

in.the.bathroom,

unless they were watching TV,

playing  with friends, 

eating a snack,

you get the picture.

Then, they got older, 

and,

at last,

I had time to myself in the bathroom!

Now that Marvin and Fred have moved in with us,

I have been chosen,

again.

Fred has decided that my bathroom time, 

or as I now tell him,

my litter box time,

is our 

QUALITY TIME.

I have no choice.

A closed door does not stop him.

Pixie cannot stop him,

although she has tried,

but Fred gives her that look,

the one in the photo,

and

Pixie retreats to her bed to play dead.

No,

Fred has chosen me

in this time,

in this place.

This is our quality time.

Yes,

I am blessed.

I have been chosen.

Things could be worse.

It's ok.

I'm used to it now.

I have been chosen.