I love my family… I really do. I love them more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person. I would die for each and everyone of them, without question, without hesitation. But, as much as I love them… there are days when I don’t like them very much. This was one of those days. A day when it seemed that my loved ones were putting forth a herculean effort to Get. On. My. Last. Nerve!

It usually happens when I have some time for myself, but they believe they have a task that is much more important and that I MUST drop everything to do this one thing for them. It doesn’t matter what it is, or how long they had to do this particular task, it must be finished NOW. Procrastination is the root of all evil in my home.

So, like the good wife and mother I am, I acquiesce, all along knowing this encounter will not end well. I delve into the matter at hand, only to realize that the person who demanded my attention is not assisting in the task, but rather has taken on the role of supervisor.

Are you trying to make me crazy! Are you seriously going to make me do this by myself?

Fine. If it is mine to do, then leave me alone. Don’t keep coming back asking me why I’m doing this thing a certain way, just let me do it. Don’t tell me there is an easier way to do it… so why aren’t you toiling away at this instead of me.

Right when I’m almost finished, don’t try to get me to stop for some other reason and ignore my ignoring you. Don’t make me raise my voice, don’t make me get nasty. Just leave me alone to do this, like you asked, and stop bothering me!

And no matter what, after hours of frustration and aggravation, don’t let me find you playing a video game or watching TV only to give me that deer-in-the-headlights look, and ask “done already?”