A Working From Home Kind Of Day

Kevin announced that today he will be working from home...yippee! On the surface, this seems like a real treat. It's a beautiful day outside, maybe we can go to the park, or go somewhere nice for lunch and sit outside. Actually, this isn't the case at all. Today, I finished my visits early, so I'm here at home. Ordinarily, if I was home alone for the rest of the day, I'd probably turn on some music and flip through a magazine, maybe turn on the soaps and spend about 15 min (or until the rancidness of soap opera dialog got the best of me) catching up on who's dead, who's stranded on an island and who's in bed with whom. Well, with Kevin at home, I can't do that. You see, I have to be very quiet and not disturb him. He's taken up working residence in our living room (which is my favorite room in the house to hang out). It's like a dirty trick--he's here, but he's not available and I can't do my normal things. A couple of times, I've accidentally talked to him like, "Oh, look at the cardinal outside at the birdfeeder!" and I get the look of evil, which means, Don't bug me while I'm working. It's worse than being here alone...it's like prison. I'm looking forward to him going back to work tomorrow, so that I can get back to my life. The next time I beg him to stay here and work from home, I'll remember today and that it's not as fun as it seems.