I’m not an overly social person.

This should surprise no one: I’m a writer. I tell people that I’m a “pastor” who hates people. I agree with whoever said that cons are 72 hours of a bunch of introverts pretending to be extroverts. However, I don’t always have the luxury to indulge my need for space and quiet.

When we got married, my wife and I decided that we didn’t want to be one of those married couples that withdrew from all of their friends (especially the single ones). So we decided on an open door policy for our friends. They can come over and eat, do laundry, use the wifi, or even … interrupt me with their need to talk.

My children don’t get that “daddy’s in a mood” or has to get work done. They need me to feed them. Now. Then need me to fix them a drink. Now. They need me to beat the next level of Super Mario World. Now.

While my wife does get that her husband is moody, she has declared that that is my problem, not hers.

*sigh*

In the greater scheme of things, interruptions are the point of life. The things and people that interrupt us are the reason why we’re here. I just wish people would respect my new office hours.*

*You now have from 4:00 pm to 4:30 pm to interrupt my life with yours.