Comments on: Claustrophobia and the Ones We Love

By: Nikki

Nikki — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 01:21:00 +0000

Oh I hear you! I really do! Frustration and tears have been my best friend this last week. I love that yours are older and they should get that this is your job but in a really awful, selfish way, I am glad that they don't because the 12, 8, 7, and 2 year olds I deal with all day don't. And could you send your spouse my way? Mine needs a lesson in "certain looks" and avoiding rooms too.

I just look towards August when school starts again!

By: Lori

Lori — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:46:00 +0000

The image you paint, Devon... ;))

Did I mention we also have a short-term houseguest? Did I mention he's less trouble than even one of the inhabitants here? Haven't heard one peep out of him all day, and I certainly haven't even seen him. He understands, unlike the residents, that this is my job. He knows his way around the kitchen and he makes himself at home. Amen.

What I typically find happening is the day I'm interrupted by the household members is usually followed by a day of phone interruptions. Thank God for Caller ID and voice mail. When all else fails, the library is a mile away...

By: devonellington

devonellington — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:31:00 +0000

The one who drives the car is responsible for returning it with a full tank. No money for gas, you don't get to drive the car. Period.

If I know my concentration's shot to hell, I fill the day with interruptions, with the understanding that if anyone so much as looks at me the next day, that one gets splattered across the wall.

"No" is a beautiful word.

By: writtenexpressions

writtenexpressions — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 16:15:00 +0000

At least your husband gets it . . . mine came home around 10:30 the other morning (between meetings, I guess) and asked me to make him brunch. I think he thinks I just sit around eating bonbons and watching talk shows all day.