I hate "Me, too" posts, but I agree with what everyone has said so far. It's taken me 25 years to cop to the fact that sometimes, in order to keep peace in your family, you've got to swallow your pride about the little things. And this is such a little thing, compared to the fact that family's hurting. At the same time, do she know you keep crazy hours and can't call when most people would make phone calls?