"I can't catch a break," I moaned to the Captain on the phone this afternoon. "The children track me down wherever I go in the house. No place is sacred." (Not even the bathroom, I thought to myself. I believe I have been *interrupted* in the bathroom even by visiting neighbor children.) As evidence to support my claim, here's the advice I received from B as she over-listened to the private conversation I attempted to have today:
"I know where you can go," suggested B, "the basement."
Then she quickly amended that thought, "Yeah, but if you did that, then I would know where to find you."