To do my recent website revamp, I asked for 'time' for my birthday. It took the combined efforts of my husband, sister, mother and brother to give me enough time to do the site during our vacation, but I'm thrilled with the project's completion.
Already I miss that birthday gift and long for another gift-giving occasion. Anytime I get caught up in the computer when there's nobody here giving me time, stuff like this tends to happen:
I caught her before she could scoop out my expensive facial cream but she did dump the bottle of time.
I almost always catch them. The temptation to finish this one sentence when I realize the kid has been silent for longer than thirty seconds is great, especially if I know damn well I'm going to forget it and totally lose my train of thought if I don't write it down NOW. Not to mention other computer activities it's hard to stop mid-way through. There have also been a few occasions when I can't follow the kids around the house every second of the day. The house is baby proof, but babies climb and investigate like the curious primates they are.
#1 was a lot worse. She actually yanked the chandelier down from the ceiling when she was two. Hell, I didn't even know she could GET onto the table at that point, so it was quite the shock. #2 (pictured) rarely leaves my side long enough to wreak independent havoc, but when she does, she makes up for lost time.
I realize this could happen if I got involved in anything absorbing -- if I were sewing, if I were reading, if I were cooking, if I were switching laundry to the dryer, if I were trying to chase off door to door evangelists, if I were on the phone with customer service, if I were comforting the other child who was tossing her chips in a bucket, if I were tossing my own chips in a bucket, if I were chasing the cat who was tossing his chips all over the carpet -- but it's the writing and career-related activities I do most frequently.
Anyway. When's my wedding anniversary? I usually get gifts then.
JW
5 comments:
The last time my kids were too quiet, they plastered the bathroom with wet toilet paper. Eww.
OMG! The baby certainly has grown since the last time I saw her! She looks a lot like her older sister nowadays, IMO. What cuties. :-)
Have you thought about carrying a mini tape recorder around with you for "jotting" down your ideas? You could upload everything to your PC and get something like ViaVoice to translate it to text.
Of course, the scenes with dancing princesses and fairies and sexy space aliens would interspersed with things like "Kitty, STOP THAT!" :-)
LOL. Quiet always meant Jeff was up to no good and he was sooooooo creative at being bad.
Yeah, silences are bad. Somehow, always worse in your house than they were in mine though. :( I mean, spilling your bottle of time???
omg, there are better ways to stop children than cutting them off at the hips.
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