Saturday morning. Home with Libby and Connor. Libby not happy - her ear infection is taking its toll. Connor, God love him, is "trying to make her happy" and failing - miserably. In addition, he's all over me.
I need some space!
Don't you want to watch a movie? Play in your room? Anything?
And then, I hit my low:
"I'll let you play the Wii if you just get off me and Libby and stop asking so many questions!"
Done. Peace and quiet.
Sometimes, you gotta do whatcha gotta do.