I'm happy, dammit!

So we sat down to watch Burn Notice together-- Mate, me, and Chicken. It's one of our shows. But I had to get up for water for Squishie and then I had to get up for something else, and while I was up for something else, I checked my e-mail (because I'm DYING for Truth in the Dark feedback, right?) and then I see it! A review! Huzzah! I take a moment to read the review, and Zoomboy comes in to make me pull his finger. Six times. And I get a little impatient. But I try not to let it show. And then Mate and Chicken chase Zoomboy and Squish into the bedroom to go to bed. Burn Notice ends, I try not to celebrate too much over the review, (because no one in my house really wants to hear it) and then...

Then...

Then Squishie and Zoomboy need cuddles, and no one can decide what show to watch when i get out of the bedroom after cuddles, and Chicken's watching something I don't wanna but it only has ten minutes on it so I tell her to let me know when she's done and I'll stop working and come watch with her, and then no one can decide what show to watch in spite of my repeated suggestion and then someone whines about the smell in the bedroom, but I've been sort of busy today and I swear I'll get to it tomorrow and then I rip someone's face off. Chicken's, actually. And she says she's going to bed.

So fine. I'll go work. *fume* *sulk* I didn't WANT to work. I wanted to sit down. *snarl* *funk* I make up with Chicken, and resume work. I guess I'll just wait until everyone's settled and convince Mate to sit down and watch television with me.

And then Mate comes in and wishes me goodnight, and says, "Now you can finally be alone."

*head thunk to the computer*

I swear. I MUST be wearing the wrong damned deodorant.

I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to be happy, dammit!