Running away from Home

I feel like I'm running away from home but actually all I'm doing is going to work. But I feel like I am abandoning my men and am secrelty happy about it. We are having work done on the house. These guys are great but they show up at 8:00 a.m. Last night they didn't leave until 9:00 p.m. Lots of dust and muss and wreckage and noise. My husband is cranky. Though he says he isn't. And if my oldest asks me one more question about when will they finish? and why its taking so long? and why can't they just do one room at a time? and why did you do this all at once? I'm going to shoot him.My little one just wants to know when he's getting his next meal. (every three hours - he asks me this). They have finished with the kitchen now so I don't have any more excuses to order pizza. Yesterday I had six workmen in the house a pissed off husband and 4 of my youngest sons buddies over who all wanted something to eat. My husband declared no more pizza but he wasn't heading toward the kitchen. I made spagehetti. then I finshed a chapter of my new book now I'm going to get the hell out of dodge before I lose my sense of humor.