Sunday, October 14, 2012
Where was I?
A brownie is alright for breakfast, right?
I mean, if it's not, just lie to me, okay, because I just ate a small piece of one.
It's gluten-free, so that has to count for something.
And again, if it doesn't, don't tell me.
(Pause my 5 minutes button, please, I'm being interrupted. Girl interrupted. Mom interrupted. This time it's by my husband and not my child. Le sigh.)
Okay, start the timer again.
Maybe I should just write what I'm listening to, as my daughter tells my husband that he 'said he was the same age as you' as he refers to someone I will NOT name who is two weeks older than him. We're talking baseball, which if you're me has been over for a bit (did the season really even start?) but for my husband seems to have ended last night with the fracture of an ankle. So, yeah, there you go. I'll let you figure out the rest.
(Press pause please.)
So, where was I?
I have no idea. I had all tehse things in my head and I have had so many moments that took me away from it that I lost track of what I was saying. OK, not so many momets, but a good enough handful that have distracted me.
Isn't it interesting how five minutes are often IMPOSSIBLE when you are a mom, a wife, a WOMAN? Do we ever take five minutes to ourselves to just be. Just write? That's one of the great things about this streamof consciousness bit.
Can you tell how much faster I am writing and typing now with the typos sneaking in? I can. I can tell.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Brownies. And coffee. Pumpkin spice. And pumpkin creamer. Ah, sighs of happiness.