So, I was piddling around on the computer last night after dinner, being constantly interrupted by our 3 youngest, who had the need (all of 'em) to share with me. Now, granted I am the most patient person I know (not bragging, but it's absolutely true), but even so, I get wasted by chatter.
Gary said all of twice for them to *leave your mother alone*, and *back away from the table*. He's my hero, a welcome fan at all times. And magically, they leave. Me? I don't have the touch, being continually nagged because apparently I'm not very believable the first several times. Yes, I said several.
Now today I'm feeling, once again, the twinges of needing to run and hide. Being that I'm not a talker, to have to listen to questions so much of the time is truly draining. I have to wonder...why don't they get it?
Must needs practice *the hammer technique* that my husband has such flair with. 'Course he's pretty tough-looking and while he can be a push-over, he's totally obeyed. Huh.
Gary said all of twice for them to *leave your mother alone*, and *back away from the table*. He's my hero, a welcome fan at all times. And magically, they leave. Me? I don't have the touch, being continually nagged because apparently I'm not very believable the first several times. Yes, I said several.
Now today I'm feeling, once again, the twinges of needing to run and hide. Being that I'm not a talker, to have to listen to questions so much of the time is truly draining. I have to wonder...why don't they get it?
Must needs practice *the hammer technique* that my husband has such flair with. 'Course he's pretty tough-looking and while he can be a push-over, he's totally obeyed. Huh.
