... until both kids are back in school.

To be fair, they’ve been good. They mostly stay out of my hair and ask for very little. However, their play room is my work room, and it has been wrecking my concentration.

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I’ve had to explain to them and my husband, time and time again, that even if they’re perfectly quiet and just stay at their computer, their presence takes up a certain amount of my brain space because I’m waiting to be interrupted. Also, I can no longer wander around the house and talk to myself, because they think I’m talking to them, and it starts this whole discussion of “No, I’m not crazy, it’s called self-talk, take a CogSci course, okay?”

Next summer, I think I’m going to strong arm Mr. Cunning into sharing more of the load so I can get out of the house more.