Out of my mind, back in five minutes
Do you ever have those days where you’d like to hang a sign on your door telling people to go away? I do. Not because I’m mad at people, but because I need to keep my butt installed in my chair and write. I’ve tried the ‘writer at work, do not disturb sign’ and most people think it means everyone else but them.
Worse than neighbors and friends is Dear Hubby. I could hang the damned sign around my neck, add blinking lights, large arrows pointing to it, put obvious (neon orange) earplugs in my ears, and he will still insist on disturbing me. It is difficult enough to sit down and write when I have two dogs bugging me every five minutes to go out, but they’re dogs and they live in the now. What part is it about ‘I’m working’ that the man can’t understand?
Dinner is in the oven, the dogs have been out several times, DH is up for a nap, I’m on a roll…, and, and, and the phone is ringing. Dang, time to hang up the sign.
Out of my mind!
Back in five minutes…
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Doggonedmysteries 
I have those days all the time! And it looks like today is building up to be one of those days when I don’t want to even LOOK at anybody else, much less deal with them while I’m trying to groom their little “precious” but guess what I have coming in first thing this morning? Yep, one of my aggravating customers. Hope things get better at your end.
Had a friend on a deadline who had a Chatty Kathy husband. He was a sweet guy, but could not take the needs of his wife seriously. Occasionally, she’d tell him I needed help, send him over and call me while he was enroute so I could think up something he could do without destroying.
She finally hit on something that worked. She’d set her oven timer for an hour or two and told him to let her know when it went off. He actually left her alone while he took care of watching the timer.
Hope I haven’t interrupted you with this comment 🙂
DH was a cop, he sees through all those little devices that work on the average retiree. Dang it.