Home life

It seems like every time I come home, for lunch or after work, my house is full of my landlord's family. One of the women of the house cleans and does laundry for me and so has a key. I know they are changing a light blub or cleaning the air con but it means that there are several little kids running around my apartment. It drives me nuts but of course I can't show it. Showing any emotions that are not positive, leads of a loss of face so I grit my teeth and smile and say "hello" twenty times - each child says it at least twice. They are lovely and sweet but I need my space.