A few moments of peace

The mail that should have been sent off an hour ago mocking me.
"Mamma, he is kicking me." "No, Mamma, HE is kicking ME."
A friend on the phone- it has been 43 minutes and still no sign of hanging up.
The TV blaring in the living room- a spider and two ants watching.
Beeps on the phone- is that a client or a telemarketer? You can't check, because you haven't yet figured out how to use call waiting yet.
"Mamma, potty." Will they ever lean to clean up?

What would I not do for a few moments of peace?
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

And as a perfect counterpoint to this mad rant, I also have a Delusional Thursday post up at Burrowers, Books & Balderdash. Hop across if you are sure you want to find out whether or not Lord Voldemort was a Virgin.