they were talking about my blog, though there is only one post so far. i cherish these people. tossing out real housewife scenarios. the fantasy of that is interesting. not exactly what i had envisioned. how do i combine the two, my fiber art stuff and the more interesting real housewife? i want to explore deep, emotional issues, maybe air some dirty laundry, not just perpetuate the cinderella fantasy. wait, that's it! i can use my art t----
"MOOOOOM, HE WONT GIVE ME A TURN ON THE SWITCH!"
"WORK IT OUT OR NEITHER OF YOU GET TO USE IT"
...where's my water bottle... did I refill my meds? wonder if i need to go pick them up.
ugh, wet clothes in the washer. (*opens washer door, begins moving clothes to dryer*)
i still need to write that email to the class, hi class, its that time of year aga--
*BARK BARK BARK* "DOG NO DONT EAT THE...(paper ripping)... mail. ugh"
(*catches dog and pulls remaining mail from her mouth* bad dog, i love you, snuggles, aww)
"MOM CAN I HAVE A SNACK?!"
"Sure, go up to the kitchen"
"WHAT?"
"COME UP TO THE KITCHEN"
"WHAAAAT?!?!"
(third voice) "EVERYONE STOP YELLING"
the irony of that never ceases to amuse me. so many hand prints and dings on the walls, need to get that fixed. why keep that frame if you're never going to put a picture in it?
what am i doing at the top of the steps in the hallway? why do i have mail in one hand and a wet pillowcase in the other? ugh, back down the steps. put the mail in the mail basket. back up the steps to find a snack, my body feels like molasses, so hard to move, did i take my meds this morn-- ugh I'm still holding the wet pillowcase. back downstairs to put it in the dryer. oops, and the rest of the clothes. not sure how many more times i can go up and down the steps today. thirsty. did i ever find my water bottle?
"MOM DID YOU MAKE MY SNACK YET?!"
"did I wha? go get a banana"
"WHAT?!"
shakes head and wanders back upstairs. i need to fix my site so it can be viewed properly on a phone. ... call the plumber, schedule appointments, pediatrician, chiro, trainer, new therapist, is that it? vet, check on delivery stat-
"Mom I want to play something with you"
heart breaks, i know that means he's crying out and has a need to connect with me.
"I'm in the middle of 3 things right now"
"BUT YOU'RE ALWAYS IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING"
"I know, ok, let me just finish this one thing and we can play a board game. go pick one out"
what am i looking for in the fridge? oh, snack. what stinks? bleh. i was going to send that email, did i follow up with the architect? i wonder when i can get back to the studio, i want to finish those ha--
"But i don't want to play a board game"
"huh?"
"MOM YOU NEVER LISTEN"
"I'm sorry, I have a lot on my mind. Lets play cards then"
"fine, what game?"
whoa its almost 6 o'clock, i haven't figured out dinner yet. guess i'll order something. sit down and look at my phone
"MOM WHERES MY SNACK"
"MOM YOU SAID YOU'D PLAY WITH ME"
"i know i know, just let me do this one thin--"
*meow*meow*meow* ugh forgot to feed the cats. did anyone feed the dog? no one ever does, don't know why i bother asking. oh flea meds. dammit, i hate doing flea meds. did i even do flea meds last mon--
"MOM"
"huh? oh, here's a banana, I'm about to order dinner and we'll eat soon. we're going to play cards, you want to pl--"
"Why are you holding a wet pillow case?"
"I'm wha? oh, haha, will you go put this in the dryer, and the rest of the wet stuff too?"
"WHAAT WHY DO I HAVE TO DO IT"
rolls eyes, goes back to phone, lets see, thai, indian... sushi? hmm. anything paleo so i can eat it...
phew, dinner is ordered. feeling accomplished. why are there so many toys in the kitchen? (*picks them all up, walks towards kids room*) i have about 30 minutes before the food arrives, maybe its enough time t--
"hey can you hand me that spoon?"
(*dazzed, confused, almost drops toys*) "what? no. my hands are full can't you see i'm in the middle of something?"
"but you're so close.."
"ugh fine" (*drops stuff in one hand, gets spoon*)
im so annoyed, what was i even just about to do? (*gets inspired to put all the toys in the wet pillowcase*) I'm almost done with the hats, then i can move on to my next project, gotta clean up in between, id love to just sit and watch tv right now (*dumps toys on kids floor, carries pillow case downstairs, resumes putting wet clothes in th--*)
"MOM ARE YOU READY TO PLAY YET?! YOU SAID YOU WOULD!!"
"oops sorry! I forgot"
fast forward to bedtime, after insisting on showers, teeth brushing and flossing, nose medicine, and a chapter of our current book,
the.
kids.
are.
finally.
asleep.
deeeeeep breath... ahhh... the lights are off. i can have a whole, complete thought all to myself.
i know what my next big thing will be. but with all these constant interruptions and my unpredictable energy pulled in so many different directions, will i ever be able to really think through all the details, maintain the energy of inspiration, and execute as well as I need to for it to be worthwhile?
...zZzz...
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