Why is it that the Prince comes home and expects a certain kind of attention -- but during the day I might as well be the tax man.
This morning he could barely speak to me by phone for 14 seconds -- and lest you think I don't get office-life, I used to work at a news daily where I had to write 3-4 stories a day. Phone time was precious -- but for the Prince, I always carved out time.
By the time he gets home at night, I am stressed from my own work, the Rabbit and usually irritated by the brusque treatment from him during our one or two calls.
How hard is it to shift tones for 30 seconds, then hang up and pit bull on someone else? I think the rest of this week I'm on phone boycott. Watch: He'll never even notice.