i send the boys off to school kiss the hubby and sit down to the first morning alone in weeks. not that i don't love them all - little charmers that they are - but sometimes the idea of complete silence can just be so appealing. and the sun, that mysterious glowing orb that had deserted us for so long, has returned. i made a cup of tea, a nice warm piece of gingerbread...
then kaplooey. hubby is back. and it's all "can you help me find those pictures that i took on the digital and then left there for years until you had no choice but to download them onto a random disk and even though you told me where they were i can't remember and even if i could remember i don't know which of those buttons on the computer to push?"
so, after finding and printing the picture that he needed, and all the while showing him how its done so he can forget again, he finally leaves.
reheat my tea. heat up the gingerbread. geez louise, he's back. he just wanted to let me know that since it was so nice out he might come hang out at home for awhile in the afternoon.
grrrrr.
really, i love them. but they were home with me all last week and i have had enough togetherness for a good long while. and yes, i am selfish, but i want to do stuff for me. me. me. me. *stamps foot*
seriously, i have things that need to get done and nothing gets done he is home helping or trying not to interrupt.
"i know you are working, but just one thing..."
"sorry, this is the last time, i promise..."
"hey, you know what i just thought of...ooh, sorry, forgot you were working..."
seems like, for now at least though, there is silence.