I love my family. I really do, but for the past five days, every time I’ve tried to write I’ve gotten like one sentence written and then someone in my house has started yelling or screaming. It’s driving me crazy. I love the children and the husband, but I’m not sure that I can take this much longer.
In fact, as I write this, there is a cacophony of random monkey noises and shouts. This is the time that someone chooses to brush the baby’s mass of curly tangled hair. This is the moment that the seven year old absolutely has to pull something gigantic out of her room to show everyone, banging said item against walls and sliding it loudly across the floor.
This is my life. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but sometimes you just need some quiet time. When you work from home it’s even more important.