Mmm, writing… sweet, sweet words

I love my kids. But I have a small problem when they’re around.

I can’t write.

I’ll be on the computer, keyboard clattering away, thoughts flying out through my fingertips, when invariably, a small voice breaks into the conversation. Someone needs help. Someone just wants to say hi. Someone is torturing his/her sibling and must be stopped.

You would think at this point in their lives that they would understand that the sound of fingers tapping on the keys signals that Mommy is in a happy place, one where words are going in the right places for once, where work is being done, but they don’t quite seem to grasp that.

“Just let me finish this thought,” I plead. But the thoughts remain unfinished, and they don’t come back together when whatever small (or sometimes large) household issue is resolved.

My husband was also home last week, which just added complications. That’s two adults competing for the computer. One adult needs to write. The other adult is trying to solve some kind of complicated technical issue — and he’s spent more time this winter outside getting snow off the driveway than he has last winter (he says) and it’s early January.

And this is my roundabout way for apologizing for the lack of blog fodder for the past two weeks — that and Christmas and New Year’s and Guitar Hero: World Tour — and welcoming you back to business as usual. You know, today’s hit list is already equal to the entire weekend — and we’re sure to hit the milestone of 60,000 total views today!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, a little girl is claiming “Livin’ on a Prayer,” as sung by her brother, is a form of torture…