Mixed Family

I'm watching T.V. you here the slight moan from the garage. You automatically know, the key slides into the keyhole. The ratel of the blinds as it hits the glass in the door when it opens. The footsteps up the stairs give me mixed feelings sort of like dissapointed that it's home. But happy that there is company, I know that stress has been brought into the house. I also now that I will be told to do something straight away and my piece and quite but it's family and you still love them.