That's what we say here in our house when we start to get a little crowded. Actually I like to say, "WE-LIVE-IN-THIS-BIG-HOUSE-WHY-DO-WE-ALL-HAVE-TO-SIT-ON-TOP-OF-MY-LAP?"
Lately it hasn't worked as well. The talking or asking for space. I have been forced to do what mothers have been doing for years. I have started locking myself in the bathroom. I'm not exactly sure what mothers did before wireless connections and cordless phones though. Maybe they read books? Either way, this has turned into an excellent solution for me.
I go into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. My kids spend the next 15 minutes trying to talk me out of the bathroom. It is not unlike the way you did when you were in junior high and your best friend locked herself in a stall after that "passing gas incident" when she was doing that algebra problem on the chalkboard.
Coaxing, prodding, pleading, promising.
Then they resort to the wailing and gnashing of teeth. This buys me another 5-10 minutes. The funny thing is, as long as they are at the door, I know they are safe (as are the walls, the floors, breakable items and impaling objects).
Total time? 20-25 minutes. Not a bad little timeout, if I do say so myself. If only I had a screen printing press in my bathroom. I could get my work done and have some space. Or maybe I need one of these Washups. I'll have to think about this for the next house.
Where is your favorite place to hide?