I Miss that Annoying Bitch

Hounding me at least five times a day
"Do you love me?"
Wanting me to answer in the affirmative.
By the sixth or seventh time I have to say it with anger
YES!!
God dammit!!
And I resume what I was doing
Only to be distracted one more time
For affection
and kisses
and hugs
and getting you water
and getting up again for chocolate.

I can't do this anymore! Where is my time?
Where do I get my sense of self?
I want my creativity to flourish and be supported!
Encouraged!
But not until I get you a cup a tea.
And turn down the tv cause its too loud
And then its late so its time for bed.

I found myself with all the time I will need for myself.
Shedding you from my attentions
Ready to work
Ready to let those creative juices flow

But I can't. I am expected somewhere.
To do something.
Where is she?
No more annoyances.
No more interruptions
I miss it.