Trapped

This morning I woke up at the usual time for a weekend – around 8:00. This is long before my wife and daughter, who routinely sleep until 11:00 on weekends. So out of respect for their sleep needs, I usually tiptoe out of the bedroom in my sleepwear (a t-shirt and a pair of boxers), and fritter away the morning hours on the computer. Once they wake up, I can start noisy activities, such as laundry, dishes, yard work, etc.

My wife woke up about a half-hour ago, and we were chatting and watching TV when the phone rang. It was my wife’s friend, who lives down the street, wanting to stop by with some paperwork. “I’ll just tuck it inside the screen door,” she said.

Moments later, the doorbell rang, and my wife limped out to answer it. I went into our home office to check on some things. To my dismay, my wife invited her friend in. They’re in the family room now, talking. This could go on for HOURS. I can’t go out there because I’m still wearing my sleepwear. They’re between me and the bedroom, so I can’t change.

I’m trapped like a rat.