It’s No Wonder, Really
It’s not a bit surprising that I never get anything done. There are just too many distractions and demands on me. It’s craziness and chaos every minute in my house.
Half an hour ago V went to go take his shower to get ready for work. I push him to start earlier all the time, because usually the last ten minutes before he leaves he is grumping and grouching because he doesn’t have time to eat, or make a lunch or find his keys. But no mattter what I do, I can’t get him in to the bathroom any earlier. In the half hour since he first went to find clothes, he’s stopped to play with RM, take the trash down, run water to wash the dishes (which in no way does he have time to finish), hunt down his scarf and gloves, give treats to all the cats, and stare at some old program on the TV - which of course is blaring away in a room where no one is present. It’s now 15 minutes before V has to leave, and he is just now showering. I’m sitting here at the computer because it’s really best that I just stay out of the way.
The kids add to the chaos, of course. RM snagged the can of cat treats, and is running around shaking it like a rattle. This results, of course, in a line of cats following her from room to room, like the pied piper leading the children out of the village. Occasionally she shrieks at the top of her lungs, which causes the locator on the TV remote to start beeping. It’s handy really, because there’s often no telling what room in the house she’s carried it off to.
SW lost a Lego storm trooper last night, and will not be satisfied until he finds it. He is moaning and crying and wandering the house hunting for it, as if he’d lost his own child. He’s also clutching his pet garlic for comfort. Yes, pet garlic. It lives in an old baby food jar. Don’t ask, I have no answer.
TR is taking advantage of yet another snow day and sticking glued to his game players. That would be nice if he were only to play it quietly, but apparently you get bonus points for screaming encouragement at the batting characters. At least it seems that way, why else would he be doing it?
OK, V is gone now, one source of commotion out of the way. I probably have about ten minutes of peace before the kids start clamoring for lunch. Maybe I should go meditate. Or better yet, find a really good place to hide.
