"Mom, I can't find my game. Do you know where it is?"
"Ma, my dress pants are too long. Can you hem it?"
I start to hem pants until hubby comes down the stairs to ask, "Can I use your laptop?"
Mr. O is the worst of them.
He's constantly asking me to do things for him when I'm already busy with something else.
It feels like question period at the House of Commons.
It drives me crazy.
I feel so overwhelmed.
I am personal assistant to the nearest, and dearest to my heart.
I'm beginning to think that their world will quickly fall apart when I'm not around.
Hubby says I keep their daily schedules running smoothly.
Is that so?
Oh, if they only knew... the story of my life!
I need a drink!