I am what you’d call a goal-oriented person. Nothing makes my little heart go pitter patter like marking tasks off a list. That sense of accomplishment, it’s addictive.
You know what’s good at derailing plans? Children, that’s what.
Children are a runaway train on the destination to even the best laid plans. Take today. What am I doing right now? Watching the Croods for the gazillionth time, while my coughing, sneezing, feverish six year old lies on the couch. Yesterday, I met my word count goal and was looking forward to riding on the coattails of that momentum today. Alas …
So if I’m blogging, you might wonder, why can’t I also be writing? A good question. It’s like Sprout has some kind of cosmic link with my computer, and me opening up my Scrivener app triggers his need for a popsicle, a drink, a cough drop, whatever.
Today’s plan for writing lies crumpled on the floor like so many used tissues.
I’d be disappointed by that, and I am a little, but I’m also grateful. I’m grateful that I have a job that allows me to be home with my kids when they’re sick. So many people don’t have that. So I have to stay up late to meet my daily goal. That’s why God made coffee, right?
Now The Croods is off. No doubt The Lego Movie will be next. Really, it could be worse.