I'm stuck in this small house.
as it's been raining outside for two days.
While I was doing my job in the living room,
my husband and children came down here and stayed for a while
from time to time one after another. I couldn't have much time for myself.
They look for something to eat or drink or watch TV.
But they don't seem to care for what I do for myself.
I cook lunch and dinner at the right time.
I do the laundry and the dishes in spare moments from my work.
They love me very much. I love them, too. That's for sure.
It's OK. You have to take it.
I just want to murmur sometimes.