My Shadow...

I was wandering around the house picking up things and returning them to their proper place, gathering up laundry, and generally just tidying things up when I realized my son was following me around.
"What are you doing, Cory?" I asked.
"I'm your shadow. What are you doing, Mommy?" How cute, right?
"I'm cleaning up our messy house."
"Can't you make time?" He asked.
"Make time for what?"
"Make time for me!"
Oh geez, the GUILT! I have to admit, I sometimes get too wrapped up in what I'm doing and find that I have unintentionally ignored my kids. I'm very sensitive about this because it's a characteristic of mine that I'm ashamed of and trying to overcome. So, how do I overcome this?
I don't know.
Honestly, since that day, my shadow has become more apparent. Now my son insists he be in the same room with me at all times. In fact, he has to be holding my arm, hand, or sitting in my lap.
Isn't it terrible to be so loved?!
Sometimes... YES!
It really wears on me. I thought it might help if I spent at least 10 minutes per hour playing with him. It's the longest ten minutes ever, and he gets annoyed when his brother tries to join in. I admit I'm not very creative when it comes to playing dinosaurs and cars, so I find myself going a little nuts. He likes doing crafts, so we do one of those every day.
Anyway, I have to say, this attachment thing is getting really crazy. He's four years old, so I would think he wouldn't want anything to do with me. What do you do when your child freaks out if you use the bathroom? Follows you around so much you trip over him? Throws a tantrum when you leave him with his dad?
I left to get my hair done, and when I returned, there was my son on the driveway crying and shouting, "You were supposed to play with me!"
Oh, the GUILT!