A straight line. No detours. No stopping at “Go” to collect $200 (although, that does sound kinda nice.) I just want to walk a straight line. Go from point A to point B. And be done. Finished with whatever it is I want to accomplish.
Moms don’t walk in straight lines. We have to step off the track. Kiss a boo-boo. Fix breakfast. Throw that load of laundry in. Take the dog out. Break up another WWF-worthy wrestling match.
I woke up this morning positively energized. How? I don’t know; because I was up until 1am reading all of YOUR wonderful blogs. But this morning I had ideas for posts just bursting to get on “paper.” (What do you young kids call it these days? On screen?) I’m in the shower just hoping I’ll remember all of these fabulous ideas long enough to get them jotted down in a rough form. I must have had a weeks worth spilling forth. Amazing posts that would undoubtedly change YOUR life (yes, I’m speaking to you, sitting there in your pj’s, sipping coffee and sneaking the last of the Oreos) FOREVER! Then son#2 came into the bathroom, “Mom? If I could be a real superhero… I mean really be one…can I do it for a job someday?” Sure sweetie, you can be anything you want to be. Now go watch TV with your brother. I’m trying to get ready for the day.
I step out of the shower, walk to my closet and the cat has left me a lovely gift. Hairball mixed with regurgitated Meow Mix. Lovely. Clean that up. Wash hands. Dry hair. Skip make-up because I can still remember about 6 of those FABULOUS post ideas. “Mom!!!” Yes? “Can we play Xbox? It’s raining out!” Son #1 has already anticipated my typical response of “Go play outside.” Yes, you can play Xbox. Good! That’ll give me at least a half an hour to jot down ideas.
The phone rings. My husband, sweet man that he is, heard something on the radio on his way to work that reminded him of me and wants to share. Blah, blah, blah. Unload dishwasher while I listen and see that I forgot to put the load from the washer to the dryer last night. Do that, too. Hang up. Remember that I need to strip the beds. While stuffing sheets into the washer I remember that I had all these good ideas for a post today. What were they again? One. Ok. Two. Uh-huh. What was three again? No idea.
Ok. Upstairs to the computer. Turn it on. Two ideas out of seven, not bad. Just hurry up and boot up so I can write (type?) you down. “Mom!!!!!” #1son screams from downstairs. “It’s lightening out. Do we have to shut off Xbox?” Yes. And I have to shut down slow dinosaur of a computer. Set the good example and all of that.
Sigh. So now, it’s two hours later and I’ve got NADA. Nothing. Zip. Zilch.
The shortest distance between two points is a line. I just want to walk a straight line sometimes.
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Oh, I can so relate. It seems that all I do during the day is get sidetracked, so much that I never remember what I wanted to do before I got sidetracked. And as soon as I decide on something else – ’cause you’ve got to start somewhere – I get sidetracked again. Ah, the joys of motherhood 😉
I know. Somedays I think detour is my middle name!
I hear you on the lack of straight line walking. It does wear, sometimes, doesn’t it?
As for me, I’ve taken to keeping a piece of paper around on which to write down blog ideas. Sometimes I can’t remember what I meant by ‘cat asparagus’ later, but it’s a start.
Cat asparagus? Now I really want to read that post!
i totally know what you mean!
i like your blog btw! 🙂
I hate when this happens. Hey, maybe it would be a good idea to always keep a pen behind our ear and a notepad in our pocket just in case! ;0)
I know this is totally crazy. But it just might be crazy enough to work. Write it down on some paper. I know that’s the old dinosaur thing, but trust me it works 😉
Listen to faemom. Put little pencils and pads of paper all over the house and when inspiration hits jot down the title or something about it. You can use this to jog your memory when you get ready to write.
I know what you mean, life keeps getting in the way.
Thanks everyone….now…if I can just remember where I put that pencil…..
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