I have for many years been a proponent of absence making the heart grow fonder. Familiarity breeds contempt. Too much of a good thing... You get the idea.
During the summer months, Hubby and I both are at home (since we both work an academic year). However, this summer I have been diligently working on a chapter for a book that is due in a few days. I was honored to be asked to write this chapter and have tried to put my best effort into it. Not an easy task with all the family around.
I had a deadline this afternoon of getting the chapter to my two readers before I send it off to the editor in a few days. And you know what babies men can be when it comes to illness or getting older? I wasted some valuable days last week trying to calm Hubby's fears over his first colonoscopy. For goodness' sake, Katie Couric did it on national tv! So this afternoon I am working hard on the laptop, trying to get the chapter completed. And how many times can Hubby (and kids) interrupt me? The final time Hubby interrupted me was this -
Hubby: "Look at my bicep. I have a bug bite on it." (as he models bicep)
Rio: "That's nice." (while continuing to type)
Hubby: "I think it's deformed my muscle. Look."
Rio: "Looks fine to me. Just a bite on the bicep." (as I glance momentarily at it)
Hubby: "But look at the other bicep! It looks kinda weird too! Do you think something is wrong with my muscle?"
Rio: (through gritted teeth) "Your muscles are fine. They are just old. Please go away and leave me alone."