My goal, at the end of the day, is to sit, for say, 45 minutes to unwind with magazine and glass of wine.

But each evening without fail evil forces do prevail to keep me from my guilty pleasure by conspiring with great care and measure.

Because if cats have eaten and their box is clean, if dishes are done and counters gleam, I could have a few minutes just for me.

But soon after walking through the door someone that I adore greets me with a small request-a little something at their behest.

I hate to bother, if you don't mind and think you might have the time... Well, dear, of course I do and isn't it nice to talk to you.

And this is how evil conspires to steal my precious daylight hours it hits me so unaware I have no time to prepare.

You see, I so wanted to sit instead, it is 11 o'clock and I must go to bed. If everything was done you see, I could have had a few minutes just for me.

So if you could, would you please, clean my messy house for me? It would be oh so divine to have a few minutes of my own time.