Last week, I wrote about how I’ve been having trouble finding time to write. That afternoon, I decided I would sit and write, no matter what. Then this happened:
I write better with a hot drink, so I went to make a cup of tea.
While the kettle was boiling, I realized the kitchen was a mess from lunch, so I tidied.
Put the kettle back on and reached for my (Best Emperor in the Galaxy) mug. Remembered I’d left it downstairs. Went to grab it (because dirty mug + ants in house = gross).
Had to pass laundry room, which reminded me it was time to switch loads. Hung up a bunch of clothes & threw next load in washer.
Went to get dirty mug. Discovered I’d left it in craft room where I’d been making (very late) birthday cards for my cousins. Stopped to finish those (very late!) cards.
Had to find cheques for cards. Didn’t have enough, so tried to figure out if we’re out, or I just misplaced them in the move. Searched house.
Went online and ordered more cheques.
Searched house for enough cash.
Paused for a requested “Hug Break” from hormonal tween.
Addressed envelope (I send them together to save postage). Discovered I still don’t have enough stamps. Sigh.
Put cards aside.
Turn on kettle for third time. Make cocoa now, because frustrated.
Decide this would make a good blog post. Bring cocoa to computer..
Realize I need to finish ordering Tween’s birthday gift. Fall down an Amazon rabbit hole. Order gift.
Write blog post.
Finish post just in time to get called to help with French class.
And that’s how my writing time evaporates. Sigh.