by Misti Sandefur
I woke to a beautiful spring day, and the boys decided they were going
to play outdoors while I wrote an article for a client. Because the boys
had decided to play outside, I knew I’d finish the article and the
rest of my day would be great! Unfortunately, it didn’t happen that
I had just sat down at the laptop and typed out the first paragraph when
my youngest son raced through the front door.
“Mom, Bubby’s stuck in the tree!”
“He climbed up it. Tell him to climb down.”
After I released a heavy sigh, I headed outside to investigate the tree
situation. Once outside, I discovered that my oldest son was in the
tree, but he wasn’t very high up.
“You climb that tree all the time. Just climb back down like you
always do,” I yelled to him.
“I can’t, Mom. I’m scared.”
I walked to the tree and gently coaxed him out of it. Luckily, he made
his way to the ground without me having to make my way up the tree.
“See there, I knew you could do it. Now, don’t climb the tree
again,” I told him.
Distraction number one solved.
Approximately 10 minutes later, I was back at my desk and halfway
through the article when both boys ran into the house.
“Mom, we’re hungry. What’s for lunch?” They asked in unison.
“If you’ll let mom finish this article, I’ll put some hot dogs on
Happy with my answer they headed to their bedroom to play video games.
As for me, well, by this time I had totally lost the muse. I sighed
deeply, saved what I had managed to write and headed to the kitchen to
boil hot dogs.
Sometimes I wonder if the toddler years were better than the preteen
years. At least they took naps during the toddler years. Oh well, you
gotta love ‘em.
As for the article that got pushed aside for hot dogs, I managed to
finish it later that night when the kids were in bed snoring. Trust me,
I can handle the snoring better than I can the distractions. 😉