I hate to admit it, but there are days when I pine for a long driveway with a gate at the entrance. A man in a gate house who takes calling cards is probably a little over the top I suppose. This isn't every day mind you, just the days when I have a list as long as my arm and high hopes of checking a lot of chores off that list. Some days it's blissfully quiet around here, of course those are the days when I'm in the mood for guests, the house is tidy, I've put myself together...no grease spots on the T-shirt, there are cookies that I could offer a guest to take with their tea ( that aren't even stale!), and I don't have dirt smears on my forehead. Nobody ever comes over on those days.
My sister and I were talking about this one day, she admits she has the same peeve. We really don't want to be this way, but we are. We just have a lot of things we want to get done and when anybody throws a wrench into our plan we get a little cranky...and then we feel bad.
Hey...at least I admit it.