Human Jungle Gym

So, this is what I feel like these days. A 14-hour jungle gym. Basically when's Katie's not sleeping, she's crawling all over me, pulling up on my pants (and if I am wearing sweats I better have done the drawstring or they are down at my ankles!!). It's cute in the morning- ah , the love she has for her momma! But ask me at 4 or 5 pm in the afternoon...and it's not so cute anymore! Thursday afternoon I was so ready to go back to work already! Does it make me a bad mother if sometimes I just wish she wasn't around? Sometimes I think those are horrible thoughts. Not that I don't want her around...I just don't want her crawling all over me. It's bad enough that I don't seem to get much done but when my personal space is in constant invasion, then I just want and wish that she'd play beside me, not ON me. And I think when I leave for a bit, it makes me a better mother. I love going out now for a bit- just having some time to myself or with other adults. But what I love the best about going out is coming home. That might seem like a paradox but actually it's not. Nothing beats having some well-deserved adult time and then coming through the door and having your most precious thing in the world get a huge goofy grin on her face and eyes all lit up when she sees you, crawling as fast as her little legs can take her!!