They keep staring at me.
But I can feel their eyes on me. All of them. Big and small alike.
C’mon, I worked so hard today, can’t you cut me some slack?! Do you know what I DID today?
Served a total of 20 something meals
cleaned the counters 12 times
handed out 9 band aids
refereed 6 fights
crawled around on my hands and knees looking for some miniscule and precious red Lego diamond
swept the floor 4 ½ times (got called away in middle of the fifth round due to some urgent business)
almost did 5 loads of laundry (I kept heading that way but never got there)
and that’s just to name a few!!
Apparently they don’t care, They’re still staring. I can swear they’re talking about me.
Just go mind your own business!
Nope, looks like they like my business better.
Can’t you guys just work things out between yourselves? Pick on someone your own size!
They’re still staring; mocking me. They’re not giving in.
The dirty dishes in the sink just won’t go away. They’re on my case. and they won’t let up.
I turn my back, a trick I learned from my kids.
But just like with my kids, it’s not working!! They still see me!
I march over to the sink and assert my authority. I rearrange the dishes so that none are sticking over the top.
There, much better. Now leave me alone.
Nope, they won’t go away.
I can hear them continuing to scornfully talk about me.
Your phone is more important than us? Can’t you put that thing down?
Yes, my phone is more important than you!
And I leave the room. This is my house; I will decide when to do my dishes.