There’s been a whole lot of extra togetherness, what with sick kids, oppressive summer heat, and in-laws out of the country trying to do good for the world (damn it). I’ve been struggling with my attitude a bit lately as a result. It’s hard. The kids are just being kids. They can’t help the fact that they’re loud as hell and ohmygodpleasejustshutthehellupormyheadwillexplodeandpaintthewallsandyoualongwithit. Work has been my down time, typically, but not really so much lately. I’ve had serious stuff to do, made more so by the stupid heat; take hot and amplify it by 10 when you have to wear protective gear. My heart goes out to those that have to do this shit all the time. I don’t know how they don’t just keel over.
Anyway. By the end of a long home stretch, knowing there’s more long home stretch coming, is it just me or do you just want people OUT OF YOUR FACE? There’s always someone talking/yelling to/at me. Someone is always in physical contact with me: cuddling, snuggling, hugging, sloppy kissing, kicking, biting, slapping, poking me in the eye. I start to feel like I’m in a very affectionate episode of the Three Stooges. I just need to teach Felix to say “Nyuk nyuk nyuk!”
Now I’m going to go sit quietly in my office for a few hours. Alone. I pity the fool that comes in here.