And then there are times, like today, when I spend more than an hour actively trying to type out a single sentence, and a quaint little lightbulb goes off in some corner of my mind that says "ah yes, of course. THIS is why none of it ever gets done. How cute that you had forgotten!"...though usually before that thought is complete, I've had to get up out of my chair another 6 times to fetch something for the kids, put out three fires, answer 20 questions that don't relate at all to what I'm trying to focus on, and, with this pregnancy, make four bathroom runs.
I'm not complaining. I love my crazy life. My frustrating, crazy, crazy life. I've got it pretty well populated with awesome people, and that makes a lot of the ping pong ball existence worth it. There's just a lot of bouncing involved, and I guess it's no wonder that sometimes I lose things along the way.
Excuse me, I have to go pee.